Leonard.
Still frustrated, I shifted my attention to the next file, forcing myself to focus despite the lingering anger still burning in my chest.
Michael had always been a thorn in my side.
A constant irritation I could never fully ignore.
And truthfully, I had long waited for the right moment to deal with him permanently. But I couldn't afford to act recklessly. Whatever I did had to be calculated, precise, and clean—something that wouldn't make me look childish or impulsive in the eyes of others.
I needed leverage.
Something solid enough to justify whatever action I eventually took.
The file finally opened on my screen, and just as I prepared to begin scrolling through its contents, the door to my office suddenly swung open.
My eyes lifted sharply.
Bernard walked in.
My expression immediately darkened.
"What do you want now?" I asked irritably, already annoyed by his sudden appearance.
