Chapter 27: Unexpected News
"Did you fire Zayn?" Mira’s voice was cool and controlled, but the sharp edge of anger sliced through her words. She stood in the doorway, her posture stiff, her hands clenched into fists by her sides.
Zamian looked up from his desk, his expression infuriatingly calm as he met her gaze. His dark eyes held no trace of emotion, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. "What if I did?" His voice was smooth, almost casual, as if they were discussing the weather rather than a person’s livelihood.
Mira felt a flare of frustration burn through her chest. She stepped further into the room, her soft footsteps echoing in the silence. "What gives you the right?" she demanded, her voice trembling slightly despite her effort to remain composed. "I hope firing him had nothing to do with his gardening that day."
Zamian didn’t respond immediately. His gaze remained steady on hers, unwavering, as if he were weighing his options. The silence stretched on, thick and oppressive, until Mira couldn’t take it any longer.
"I want you to rehire him," she said, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Zamian’s lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "And why, Mira, should I listen to you?"
Her frustration mounted, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. Without another word, she turned and stormed out of the office, the door slamming shut behind her with a resounding bang. The sound rumbled through the corridor, startling the silence into submission.
Zamian stared at the closed door, his expression unchanged, but his thoughts were a turbulent mess. He had never seen her like this—so fiery, so defiant. It was as though she had peeled away a layer of herself he hadn’t known existed, revealing something raw and untamed.
Meanwhile, Mira descended the grand staircase, each step more determined than the last. Her mind raced, filled with a mix of guilt and resolve. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she spotted Nana waiting in the foyer.
"Nana," she called out, her voice slightly breathless. "Please call James for me."
Nana nodded and disappeared down the hall. Moments later, James appeared, his tall figure framed in the doorway.