It became clear this wasn’t incompetence, but a campaign. Eleanor was testing her, pushing to see if she’d break. Mia felt herself fraying but refused to give her the satisfaction. Instead, she quietly documented everything, making evidence from chaos.
Her colleagues noticed the strain. “Rough week?” one asked gently as Mia corrected a client file. She smiled thinly. “Just family stuff.” But in her mind, she was already recalibrating. If they thought she was weak, they’d soon learn otherwise.