Not revenge.
Not power.
She wanted something she had almost forgotten how to ask for.
A day that belonged entirely to her.
A day without court documents, corporate meetings, investigations, or the endless weight of her family's past.
A day when she could simply be Clara.
And perhaps, for once, she wanted to be selfish enough to keep the man she loved all to herself.
"Arthur?"
He turned toward her. "Hmm?"
"Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?"
Arthur studied her face.
"Why? Are you planning to give me another assignment?"
Clara rolled her eyes.
"Must everything be about work?"
"Not everything. But considering how you've been treating me lately, I wouldn't be surprised if you had another list of responsibilities prepared."
She gave his arm a light slap.
"Forget it."
Before she could turn away, Arthur caught her hand.
"Hey. I was joking." His expression softened. "Tell me what you want."
Clara hesitated.
