Maira's heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she strode into the opulent office, her husband Bilal trailing behind her. The room smelled of expensive cigars and leather, a testament to the power that occupied this space. Her soon to be boss, Mr. Khan, sat behind an enormous mahogany desk, his sharp eyes scanning them both with a predatory glint. "Ah, Maira," he said, his deep voice resonating through the room...