Morana's Point of View
As soon as I stepped into my office, I let out a slow breath, my heels clicking against the marble floor as I walked toward my chair.
I sat down, crossing my legs elegantly, and reached into my handbag for my phone.
My fingers moved swiftly across the screen, pressing a few commands before a video started playing.
A smirk curled at the edges of my lips as I leaned back, watching the screen with amusement.
The grainy footage wasn't perfect, but the audio? Crystal clear.
"You're the president of this company, and you have the say in her career. Let her coming back here be a waste of time. Freeze her career. The public must never know that she's back. We must do everything to hold her back. She must never go back to her glory days."
Sophia's voice dripped with malice, her tone filled with unrestrained hatred.