Lydia's Point Of View
The open-plan office had transformed from a bustling hive of productivity into a silent theater of war. Junior developers' heads popped up over their partitions like meerkats, eyes wide and hungry for the spectacle about to unfold. I stood rooted to the spot, feeling a delicious, jagged smirk spread across my face. My pulse quickened with anticipation, each heartbeat drumming a rhythm of schadenfreude through my veins.
Nadia stood like a queen preparing to deliver a final blow, her posture rigid with righteous indignation. Her eyes blazed with that distinctive Corvanni fire, I had expected Seraphina to crumble under that gaze, to wilt like an orchid exposed to frost. I wanted her to stammer, to study her shoes, to realize that having a billionaire father didn't make her a match for the siblings who actually ran this dynasty.
