She stood up, adjusting her jacket. This wasn’t just about clearing her name, it was about finding out who was trying to destroy her and why. And when she did, they would regret ever thinking they could outsmart Elara Hart.

As she walked out of her office, heading toward Charles’ door, one thought echoed in her mind: This was war.

Her high heels made a sharp clicking sound on the polished marble floor as she walked towards Charles Montgomery’s office, the managing partner.

The hallway was quiet, amplifying the mix of emotions she was feeling. By the time she reached the heavy oak door of the managing partner’s office, she had hidden her panic behind a facade of determined bravery.

She paused, drew in a steadying breath, then knocked.

“Come in,” Charles’s voice called out, calm and steady, giving no hint of the turmoil that awaited her inside.

Elara pushed the door open, stepping into the room with her head held high.

The managing partner’s office was exactly what you’d expect from someone of his station – dark wood paneling, leather chairs that probably cost more than most people’s cars, and floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the city below. Charles sat behind his massive desk, expression carefully neutral, while Margaret Whitfield, head of ethics, perched beside him like a hawk studying its prey.

“Good afternoon, Elara.” The warmth she was accustomed to had vanished from Charles’s voice. “Please, sit.”

She met their gazes steadily as she took her seat. “I’m here to discuss these allegations and clear my name.”

Charles nodded, his fingers steepled in front of him. “These are serious allegations, Elara. The firm’s reputation is at stake, and so is yours. We need to understand exactly how this happened.”

“The complaint is detailed,” Margaret cut in, her words sharp as glass. “Tampering with evidence, intimidating witnesses in the Harris case. The media’s already running with it. You understand how damaging this could be.”

“I do.” Elara kept her voice level despite her thundering heart. “But these accusations are completely false. I have never, and would never, engage in such unethical behavior. Someone is trying to ruin me.”

Charles and Margaret exchanged glances before he spoke. “Until we can conduct a full investigation, we have no choice but to suspend your promotion to partner.”

The words hit her like a physical blow, but she refused to flinch. “You’re suspending the promotion based on unverified allegations?”

“We have to protect the firm,” Margaret said, clearly savoring each word. “If these claims hold any merit, it could destroy us. We can’t afford to take risks.”

“There’s no merit to these claims,” Elara leaned forward, fury flashing in her eyes. “Someone is setting me up, and the longer we wait, the more damage they’ll do. I need the firm’s resources to find out who’s behind this.”

Charles sighed, rubbing his temples. “You’ll have our support, Elara, but we have to tread carefully. Margaret will lead the internal investigation, and we’ll retain outside counsel to ensure impartiality.”

“With all due respect, Charles, if you slow this down, it might be too late. My reputation is on the line, and so is the firm’s. We need to act now.”

Margaret’s eyebrow arched. “What exactly are you suggesting?”

“I want access to the firm’s files related to the Harris case, and I want to speak with the team involved. Someone within the firm had to leak information to make these allegations seem credible.”

“Why should we?” Margaret’s eyes burned with undisguised hostility. “Why should we give you access to the Harris case?”

“Because I need to investigate this matter, Margaret. I need to clear my name, no matter what,” she fired back. “I want access to the firm’s files related to the Harris case.”

Charles hesitated. “We’ll give you access,” he said finally, “but you’ll need to keep a low profile. No talking to the press, no discussing this outside of the investigation team. Understood?”

“Understood.”

As she turned to leave, Margaret’s voice stopped her. “If I were you, I would stay on my best behavior,” she smirked.

She had always sensed Margaret’s dislike towards her, but it didn’t bother her. She remembered when Margaret deleted her slides before a meeting to sabotage her presentation. Despite this setback, she persevered and delivered a successful presentation, earning praise from the team. Margaret’s jealousy had been evident ever since then.

Elara turned, offering a razor-sharp smile. “If I were you, I’d focus on my work. Use this same energy to concentrate on your job instead of concerning yourself with things that don’t involve you, Margaret.”

Margaret’s face flushed crimson as she jabbed a finger toward Elara. “You—”

“This is not the best time for this, Margaret,” Charles cut in sharply. “Be on your best behavior.”

Elara left to the sound of Margaret’s muffled cursing, each step heavier than the last. She was nearly at her office when Leah called out to her.

“Elara, where have you been?” Her assistant hurried toward her, tablet in hand.