Chapter 95

Miranda/Laila’s POV

I stepped out of Jonathan’s office, my heels striking the marble floor with a rhythm that mirrored my heartbeat—steady, purposeful, and brimming with victory. Clara, my ever-efficient assistant, was already waiting outside, her tablet clutched tightly to her chest. She shot me an anxious glance, as though gauging the outcome of my confrontation. I didn’t need to say anything; the triumphant smirk playing on my lips said it all.

“Let’s go,” I said sharply, brushing past her toward the elevator. Clara followed without a word. As the elevator doors slid shut, I finally let out a small exhale, my fingers flexing against the handle of my designer handbag.

“Clara,” I began as the elevator descended, “I need you to schedule an emergency meeting with the board. Send the details to the group chat. Make sure everyone is there.”

She nodded swiftly, tapping away on her tablet. “Right away, ma’am.”

The ride back to our headquarters felt lo