Monday morning.

The smile still lingered on Ysabel’s lips as she entered Verano Holdings. There was a new lightness in her steps — born from her own strength, and from the newfound rhythm of her relationship with Leonardo.

But as she rode the elevator, she noticed the odd glances from the employees. There was whispering beside her. As if they were hiding something.

When she reached the legal floor, she was greeted by Jemma, one of her colleagues in the department.

“Ma’am Ysabel… ...