When Celina walked back into the office, still reeling from the humiliation of the warning, ready to resume work, she was caught off guard by a presence she neither expected nor wanted.

“Hello, darling,” Isabela said, her lips curling into a venomous smile as she sat in Celina’s chair like she owned the place.

Celina held her posture, her gaze steady, her heart racing in her chest—but her face betrayed nothing.

“Close the door, please,” Isabela ordered, crossing her legs with rehearsed elegance