ALICE
For a moment, I simply stare at Mira, unable to shape a single word around the confusion tightening my throat.
Emily… managing the company? Emily… handling anything? The thought alone feels like an insult to logic.
I spent over a decade building Greenwood Bio from the ground up, structuring systems, layering protocols, encrypting every piece of sensitive data, ensuring that not even Alex, with all his arrogance, could navigate the deeper levels of the company without me.
Emily, on the other hand, could barely read a spreadsheet without asking whether “net loss” was the same as “net weight.”
I inhale sharply, my voice low and steady.
“How, Mira? Tell me exactly what’s going on.”
Mira exhaled slowly, sinking into the armchair across from me as though she were trying to arran
