Mira’s POV
I followed him into his office without hesitation.
The office was quite large and accommodating.
It had a floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the whole city skyline.
This is what we typically called a power office, with the goal of making its clients feel small.
Unfortunately for him, I stopped feeling small years ago.
“Please,” he said, gesturing toward the chair opposite him.
I sat gracefully, crossing one leg over the other.
He studied me carefully before speaking.
“You’re requesting access to Miss Mira Carter’s private account.”
“Yes.”
“You understand the complications involved.” He answered quickly.
“I understand bureaucracy,” I corrected calmly.
His fingers folded neatly together atop the desk.
“Miss Carter was declared legally deceased a few months back
