Don't fool me, Ex. I'll never marry you (again).
This morning wasn't just the start of a new day, but the beginning of an execution I had meticulously laid out in my head.
My footsteps echoed through the executive floor corridor, creating a rhythm that contrasted with the deathly silence around me. The white marble beneath my feet shone perfectly, reflecting the shadow of a woman who no longer carried fear in her eyes. Today, I am Bella Swan, and the Chief of Staff position is my first weapon to destroy Mike.
A professional-looking woman, the HR representative, greeted me with a professional smile. She took me on a tour, showing me every corner of the executive floor, which felt like a labyrinth of glass and steel.