Mira stood before the tall glass windows of Noah's apartment, staring out into the midnight haze of the city. The lights were dimmed behind her, but the reflection staring back at her was brighter than she felt inside.
Everything was happening so fast.
Noah's arms wrapped around her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. "You've been quiet," he said softly.
"I'm thinking," she whispered. "About everything. About what happens next."
They had kissed. They had crossed the line from allies to something more. But love didn't cancel war—it only complicated it.
Noah turned her around gently. "You don't have to fight alone."
"I know." Her voice caught. "But I also know that if this goes wrong, your name could be dragged through the mud too."
He smirked faintly. "Let them try. I'm not afraid."
But she was.
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Two days later, Mira walked into the boardroom of her former company, this time not as an employee—but as a storm.
With Olivia and Noah by her side, she dropped a file on the table in front of the executives. They glanced up, eyes narrowing.
"What is this?" one of them asked.
"Proof," Olivia said. "That your employee, Ibrahim Adewale, tampered with a high-level project and sabotaged Ms. Lang's presentation. Here are the digital records. And here's a copy of the NDA he broke while leaking company data to a rival firm."
The room buzzed.
Ibrahim, sitting at the far end of the table, turned stone cold.
Mira met his eyes. "You set me up."
He sneered. "You have no idea who you're messing with."
"No," she said calmly. "You don't."
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That night, headlines spread like wildfire across business media outlets:
"Whistleblower Exposes Corporate Sabotage: Tech Giant Faces Investigation"
Mira watched the news with tears in her eyes. Vindication tasted bittersweet. Justice had come—but the wounds would take time to heal.
She didn't know what tomorrow held, only that she wouldn't be silenced again.
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Later, at a rooftop bar overlooking the city, she sat beside Noah, sipping wine beneath the stars.
"You changed everything," he said, watching her with awe.
"No," she murmured. "I just finally stopped running."
He reached for her hand. "So what now, Mira Lang?"
She looked out over the glittering skyline, then turned to him with a slow, daring smile.
"Now we live."