The next morning, Mia returned to the office.
Outside her door, chaos reigned.
Her desk, chair, and everything she used were piled up in the hallway as if someone had decided to purge her existence overnight.
She pushed the door open and froze.
Inside, sitting smugly in her chair, was Lila.
The woman’s familiar, delicate face wore a sickly sweet smile as she nestled herself close to Ryan.
She turned her gaze to Mia, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. “Mia, you don’t mind if I borrow your office, do you? I just started at the company and, you know, being pregnant and all, Ryan thought I should have a private space to work.”
Ryan stood a little farther from her, disinterested but clearly complicit.
He shrugged and walked toward Mia, offering nothing more than a casual, dis
