The office of Prymus Company felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of structural failure. Dominic Mylod stood with his arms crossed, a thin, chilling smile dancing on his lips as he watched the matriarch of the Flynn family descend into a desperate theatrical display.
"Who are you performing for, exactly?" Dominic asked, his voice cutting through the hysterical air like a scalpel. "When have you ever genuinely spared a thought for Sienna's well-being? Now, suddenly, you remember your status as her grandmother just so you can use it as a leash? This brand of emotional blackmail is indistinguishable from common thuggery."
Nanny Flynn’s face flushed a deep, mottled crimson, the veins in her neck bulging. She pointed a trembling, gnarled finger at Sienna Flynn. "Sienna! If you want to be
