You were rude. No lie. You walked in irritated and immediately started demanding solutions. Mira didn’t argue.

She just let you run out of steam. Then put both hands on the desk and commanded the room.

And suddenly? You weren’t the CEO anymore. You were just… held in place.

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“Sit up,” she says, and it’s not a request.

You lift your chin. “Excuse me?”

“I said,” she repeats, slower this time, “Sit. Up.”

You do.

She studies you. “Better. Now let’s talk like adults.”

You cross your arms. “I am an adult.”

Mira leans forward slightly. “Then stop throwing your power around like it’s a defense mechanism.”

You freeze.

She watches your expression change. Then—voice low—adds:

“I don’t want your job, sweetheart. I want your focus. Because your kid? He needs you to stop acting like you’ve got something to prove.”