Michael reached for my hand under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "You don't have to do this alone. We'll face it together."
As we finalized our plan, i felt a sense of clarity i hadn't experienced in weeks. The fight wasn't over, but for the first time, i felt like we had the upper hand.
Vanessa had underestimated me, and she would regret it.
I paced the room with restless energy. My fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides, my mind racing with thoughts i couldn't quiet. Across the room, Michael was seated, his brow furrowed as he scanned his phone. The weight of Vanessa's latest move hung heavy in the air between us.
"She's relentless," i muttered out loud with my voice breaking the tense silence. "I thought exposing her at the press conference would put her on the back foot, but she's somehow managed to turn it around—again."
