She stepped closer. Too close. "I'm your sister, Amara, not your child!" The words hit harder than they should have. Because they weren't just about the file.
"You don't get to control me," Amira continued, her voice trembling now, not with weakness but fury. "You don't get to tell me what to do."
Her chest rose sharply, her breath uneven. "We are equal partners in this legacy!" Equal. The word hung heavy. Demanding. Challenging. Amara didn't move. Didn't step back. But something in her posture shifted just slightly.
Not defensive. Not aggressive. Steady. Grounded in a way she hadn't been before. Then came the final strike.
"What am I supposed to tell Leo?" Amira pressed, her voice dropping, sharper now, more cutting. "That our plans are on hold because you can't manage a shareholder?"
A beat. "Or because you think the money is too much?" Another step closer. "Leo put so much work into this!" And there it was.
