POV: Olivia
I stood in the corner of the boardroom, a knot tightening in my stomach. The polished walls and expensive furnishings felt suffocating now, as if they were closing in on me. I had envisioned this meeting as a chance to prove myself, to pitch my vision for the art school I dreamed of building. A chance to break free and make something meaningful. But now, everything had gone sideways.
Sofia smiled at me, that wicked gleam in her eyes reminding me of all the years she had loomed over me, bullying me and making me feel less of myself. She is enjoying this moment, I can tell. I must have struck a nerve the last time we met because she seems more vindictive than before. This art school is my life, my greatest achievement. This has been my dream since forever and she knows it. She
