Layla Martine's heels clicked against the marble floor with a rhythm that matched her racing heart. She swept into the opulent office, the door closing behind her with a gentle thud that signaled the finality of her ascent.
"Finally," Layla breathed out, her platinum hair shimmering as she tossed it back confidently. The room, which once belonged to Camila Martinez, now reflected Layla's triumph. "This is where I belong," she declared to the empty room, her sharp blue eyes scanning her new kingdom.
"Is it everything you dreamed of?" Camila's voice sliced through the silence, calm and controlled as she emerged from the adjoining room.
Layla turned to face her predecessor, a tight smile plastered on her face. "And more, Camila. But you already knew that, didn't you? Stepping down so I could step up."