Adrian sat opposite Sarah once again in her office—same room, same tension, but a completely different energy.
The air felt charged, like the quiet moment before a heavy storm breaks. The glass walls behind Sarah reflected her silhouette sharply.
She had barely slept; even her assistant could tell from the lingering darkness under her eyes. But none of that dimmed her fierceness. If anything, it sharpened it.
Her assistant stood beside Adrian with a tablet in her hand, ready to take instructions at any second.
Sarah rested both elbows on the table, leaning slightly forward—commanding without trying.
“I believe you, Adrian,” she said finally, her voice low but firm. “You’re right. It’s time to fight back. It’s time to show them they don’t play with the tail of a tigress and walk away
