Nolan stepped out of his office, his mind swirling from the confrontation with Rosalyn. His jaw tightened involuntarily as he spotted Miranda and Clara in conversation at Miranda's desk. Miranda stood with her arms crossed defensively, her body language screaming tension while her face remained carefully composed. Clara shifted uncomfortably, her expression carrying the unmistakable weight of guilt.
The moment Clara caught sight of him, she straightened abruptly, opening her mouth to speak, but Nolan cut her off with a firm shake of his head. "Don't," he commanded.
"I'm really sorry—" she began anyway, her voice tinged with distress.
"It's not your fault," Nolan interrupted firmly. "Rosalyn has always been manipulative and boundary-less. You have nothing to apologize for."
