Survival of the Finest

Adrian strode out of the meeting room, his lips curling into a victorious smirk as he glanced back at the staff members.

"Told you she'd see me," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Learn who's important here."

The staff exchanged glances, a mixture of irritation and unease etched across their faces.

Adrian reveled in their discomfort, walking away with exaggerated confidence.

Zara's office was a testament to the agency's transformation.

Times ago, Zara hadn't even had an office of her own. Back then, she worked alongside everyone else, and more often in Victoria's office.

But that was before Crescent Moon became Golden Cosmos, before the agency's rise to prominence.

Now, her office reflected that success. The walls were painted a soft, modern gray, adorned with minimalist art that hinted at sophistication without being ostentatious.