Sorana shrugged lightly.
"It might."
Her eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction.
"After all, creative directors can be replaced if the board believes someone else has… stronger connections."
Lavayla studied her carefully.
This was the same old game. Power plays, office politics, strategic intimidation. Before the transmigration, this environment had been her battlefield, and she had navigated it with calm precision.
But now, standing here again after everything she had experienced in the beast world, the tension felt strangely hollow.
Sorana continued speaking.
"I heard someone from the European branch has been gaining attention lately," she said lightly. "Apparently the board likes her vision."
Lavayla's lips curved slightly.
"That's good."
Sorana blinked.
"…Good?"
"Yes."
Lavayla leaned back in the chair.
"Competition improves creativity."
For a brief moment, Sorana seemed unsure how to respond. Then irritation returned to her expression.
