Elin’s POV:

Saira cast me a cold, piercing glance before turning on her heel and walking away. I could see the tempest brewing in her eyes, a mix of fury and calculation.

A female colleague leaned in close, her voice barely above a whisper. "Elin, isn't Saira wearing your shoes? How could she possibly end up with the exact same pair?"

"Maybe it's just a coincidence," I replied, feigning a casual air. But deep inside, I already knew the ...