Layla Martine's heels clicked against the marble floor with a rhythm that matched her racing heart. She swept into the opulent office, the door closing behind her with a gentle thud that signaled the finality of her ascent.

　　"Finally," Layla breathed out, her platinum hair shimmering as she tossed it back confidently. The room, which once belonged to Camila Martinez, now reflected Layla's triumph. "This is where I belong," she declared to the empty room, her sharp blue eyes ...