"It's become clear, Lela, that you don't belong here anymore. Taking advantage of my kindness was a mistake you won't soon forget." Ariana's voice sliced through the office's stillness, sharp as a blade.
Across from her, Lela stared at the box containing her belongings, her expression a mixture of stunned and disbelief.
Ariana's determination to rid the office of her presence was palpable, evident in the swift packing of Lela's things.
Ariana's lips curled into a victorious smirk as her father, the president, at last heeded her appeal and granted her the authority to handle her assistant as she saw fit.
Ariana was more than happy to drive this little peasant away, but, to her surprise, Lela snorted and looked at her with a smug smile on her lips.