Author's POV
Margaret Blackwood drove toward the Walsh family estate in a fury, her knuckles white against the steering wheel. The plan was simple—substitute Miranda for Viya to appease the Walshes.
Miranda was in her office when Bartell's call came through, listening to her assistant report on the clinical trial application progress.
"The approval came through," the assistant said. "Once the medication is manufactured, we can begin patient testing."
*Viya, oh Viya...* Miranda's lips curved into a smile. *I really hope this drug of yours actually works.*
Her assistant shifted uncomfortably. "Miss Miranda, are you certain the data you obtained is Blackwood Research Institute's most current work?"
"Of course." Miranda's confidence was absolute.
Because a member of Viya
