Chapter 91 Interrupting the party

As night fell over the city, Mariama stood at her office window, looking out at the twinkling lights. Somewhere out there, Agamemnon was plotting his next move. Franco and Laura were scheming. And here she was, isolated, distrustful, pushing away the very people she needed most. But she had come too far to turn back now. Whatever the cost, whatever she had to become, she would see this through. Luxor would survive. It had to. As she turned back to her desk, determined to dive back into the investigation reports, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered a troubling question: Even if she won this war, would there be anything left of the Mariama who started it? The invitation to the Annual Business Leaders Gala sat on Mariama's desk, its gold-embossed lettering seeming to mock her. She picked it up, running her fingers over the raised text, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Lizabeth knocked softly before entering the office. "Have you decided yet?" she asked, noddin