Elara did not smile. She did not gloat. She simply adjusted the strap of her olive-green canvas backpack, looking down at the bowing manager with calm indifference. She stood tall and unbothered amidst the shattered remains of the arrogant teller's career, a silent testament to the fact that true power never needs to dress up to be felt.
THE CHECK THEY LAUGHED AT
Chapter 7
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