Nadia's Point Of View
I stood there, paralyzed for a second as the office air turned into liquid nitrogen. My chest constricted, my lungs burning with the sheer effort of not screaming. Heat crawled up my neck despite the sudden chill that had seized the room.
I watched Seraphina's back… that straight, arrogant back as she sauntered toward her office like she owned the very air we breathed. Each click of her heels against the polished floor felt like a slap. Another reminder of her control, her power in this moment.
Who does she think she is? Truly? She's a Director. A title. Nothing more than a glorified babysitter for spreadsheets and quarterly reports. I am a Corvanni. My surname is carved into the cornerstone of this building, etched in marble for everyone to see.
