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But neither did I retreat. "I'm just saying," I muttered instead, not in the mood to argue with him. I pushed past him, "if she's half as deadly as she's classy, we're all fucked. "And if you mess this up," he bellowed after me, "you'll be the one to ruin the last hope this company has." I didn't answer him. But I knew what I saw in that woman's eyes, and it wasn't just “intelligence”. It was a calculating edge. And something colder.

“You must be tired. You’ll rest first.” I frowned, shaking my head. “Declan, I don’t even understand what’s going on. You can’t just—” Before I could finish, an elderly woman approached, her gray hair braided down her back, her posture strong despite her age. Her eyes were pale silver, and it seemed to see right through me. “Elda,” Declan said. “Take her to the east wing. Make sure she’s comfortable.” The woman bowed slightly. “Yes, Alpha.” Then she turned to me, her tone gentler. “Come, child. You’ll be safe here.”

She paused. "And I'm saying — " another pause, longer, weighted with something that Adaeze could feel but not yet fully name. "I'm saying that a good woman is not a woman who accepts everything. I was taught that endurance was the highest virtue for a wife. That the measure of a good marriage was how much a woman could absorb without breaking. I lived that teaching and I survived my own marriage because of it. And I passed it to my daughters without questioning whether it was right, without asking whether surviving was the same as living, without considering what the survival had cost." She looked at Adaeze. "I have been watching you for twelve years. I have watched what endurance costs. Not

“Good work noticing it. Keep this quiet. No one outside this room can know how aware we are.” The woman’s eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. “Of course, Ava. I won’t say a word.” “Good,” Ava said, offering a reassuring smile. “That’s why you’re here. Observant, discreet. We need more people like you. Every small observation matters.” Once alone again, Ava returned to her desk, eyes scanning the timeline. Each step was designed to provoke just enough disturbance to expose Mrs Carter’s decision-making weaknesses without revealing her own hand. The game required patience, observation, and subtle influence. And Ava had all three in abundance.