Amy’s POV
It was late when I walked into the parking lot, ready to head home. The fluorescent lights above flickered softly, casting long shadows across the glossy floor. My heels echoed in the stillness—until I saw her.
Queen Woods.
She was leaning against Kael’s car like she owned the place. A black coat hugged her frame, her hair tied neatly back, every inch of her screaming control and arrogance.
“Long day?” she asked, voice calm but laced with mockery.
I stopped a few steps away, folding my arms. “You really like showing up uninvited, don’t you?”
She smiled faintly. “I just wanted to see the woman who thinks she replaced me.”
“Is that what this is about?” I asked. “You came all the way here just to insult me?”
Her tone hardened. “You should know your place, Amy. You’re just a
