(Casey's POV)
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The glass doors of my office building yawned open like the jaws of something ancient and waiting—welcoming me home or daring me to fight. I stepped inside with the slow, deliberate confidence of a woman who'd sharpened her heels on corporate battlegrounds. This wasn't my first time doing this, so I definitely knew my way around! Each click-clack across the marble lobby was a declaration of war. A war that I was definitely going to win, no matter what.
This morning wasn't about politeness or diplomacy. I did all that when I chose to ignore everything she did. And what did it get me? A fucking lawsuit! It wasn't about soothing egos or playing nice anymore. Today was about precision. Power. Vengeance—disguised as professionalism, of course. I'd dressed for it, too—navy blue suit tailored so perfectly it could cut glass, paired with a blood-red lip and a stare colder than a January frost in Manhattan.
