Indeed, this is the moment she’ll exact vengeance on her spouse. A week ago, she overheard his conversation with his mistress, and that’s when her plan took shape…

Goodbye, my friend. And she cheerfully clacked her heels down the corridor, while Miranda remained in the conference room. She felt bitter and hurt once again.

She had trusted Andrea for so many years, and now she was being laughed at. And how could she trust anyone else after this? Miranda approached the door and peeked into the corridor. Kevin almost collided with her, running so fast that he didn’t notice her.

His face was flushed and disheveled. You, you, he said angrily, then faltered and ran down the corridor towards the stairs, while Gloria called out to Miranda. Please come in to see Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller seemed pensive. He nodded at Miranda to take a seat, remained silent for a while, and then began speaking. What Miranda heard both relieved and frightened her.

Summoning Kevin, Mr. Miller immediately turned on the dictaphone. Kevin listened, then tried to justify himself, defend himself, but Mr. Miller didn’t bother listening. If you don’t want to go to jail, you have one option, he said to Kevin.

You disappear from this city today. And yes, don’t count on your savings. You’ll transfer them to your wife’s account.

Go to the bank right now and do it. You can keep a tiny bit for yourself, don’t doubt it, I’ll make sure of it. And one more thing.

You’ll take your mother out of this city as well, so that neither of you breathe the same air as Miranda. And if you try to be clever, I’ll come after you. Remember, I have serious connections.

You can threaten an ordinary doctor, but I can find people more influential and in power. They’ll crush you to dust. Kevin understood everything.

Of course, Mr. Miller didn’t tell Miranda about his connections, he simply hinted that he had scared Kevin, and he genuinely seemed scared. I don’t understand, Miranda said bewildered. What savings is he supposed to give me? All of them, Mr. Miller smiled.

Oh, thank you. Now I might be able to pay for my daughter’s surgery myself. Maybe it won’t be enough.

Don’t even think about the surgery, the owner waved his hands. I said I would pay for it, so I will. Just give me the bank details.

And one more thing. Isn’t it time for you to return to your profession? I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, Miranda blushed slightly. And what is there to think about? Come back.

As a photojournalist? Why as a photojournalist? We now have a vacant position of the magazine’s editor. But you can still pursue photography in your free time. But Miranda was so flustered that she couldn’t find the right words.

But I have no experience in that kind of work. No, then you’ll gain the experience. We have a good team, they’ll help you.

By the way, I’ve already fired Andrea. There are no more rats in the team. Thank you, Mr. Miller.

I’ll think about it. Take your time, the owner nodded, just five minutes. The magazine won’t wait, after all.

And he smiled at Miranda, and she smiled back at him. As she walked to her new workplace, she came across a tearful Andrea. She had already been informed about her dismissal and Kevin’s dismissal.

She stopped for a moment, next to Miranda. Damn you, the former friend whispered. Wishing you all the best, Miranda replied with a smile and went to her new office, where they were already removing the nameplate of the former editor, Kevin Simon.

Goodbye, Simon. Long live Simon, the secretary Betty, a simple but slightly foolish girl, made an unsuccessful joke. No.

Betty, Miranda smiled at her, I will soon reclaim my maiden name, Milton. And everyone who heard it nodded approvingly, because everyone had long known about Kevin’s affair with Andrea and disapproved of it. They felt sorry for Miranda.

Miranda did the right thing. Now that she had settled into her new position, she went to the orphanage in the evening. The children were out for their evening walk.

Hello, Miranda shouted as she walked along the path, towards the children and the caregivers. I’ve come to take your pictures. Oh, I’m not sure if it’ll work.

Angelina doubted, as she was with the children. It’s getting dark already. Well, I have a good flash.

I just couldn’t come earlier, but I promised, didn’t I? Where is Vivian? I’m here, a timid voice came from behind. Vivian, it turned out, was in the gazebo when she heard the familiar voice of her kind aunt. She couldn’t see her clearly, but she remembered her voice well…