The boardroom smelled like polished wood and quiet arrogance.Mira felt it the moment she stepped inside the kind of place where decisions were made without empathy and consequences were treated like numbers. Long glass windows framed the city below, as if reminding everyone who sat here how small the rest of the world was.Aarav walked beside her, calm and unreadable.Heads turned.Whispers followed.Who is she?Why is she here?Is she temporary?Mira straightened her shoulders.If they were going to look, she’d give them something worth seeing.A man at the far end of the table cleared his throat.“Aarav,” he said smoothly, “we weren’t informed