Staring at the blinding light that shone her way, Irene wasn't sure if it was just mocking her or if it was just her paranoia eating her up. Irene Farley had a terrible dislike towards lights, or anything that could possibly resemble them in general. It reminded her of her bitter past that she would very much rather forget. The light reminds her of Mira. And she hated how she's always being so cautious around her surroundings because she feared the day would come where Mira would finally tackle her down alongside taking everything she cherished with her. No, she was not going to allow that to happen, not even in a million years or another lifetime. This is her life, and she will live it as she sees fit.

The flaxen haired diviner was just skimming through her documents that needed her signatures and confirmation when the door to her office was knocked a few times. Forcing her attention to look up to her personal secretary that has been working for her for as long as she could remember, ah yes, 19 years, Nadia has been working for the company for 19 years since she was the tender age of 18. The reason why everyone else couldn't survive more than a month in the company but she could was because Irene likes her. Platonically. Nadia is loyal to the core and would do anything, and it was hard to find people such as that. She only saw it as her opportunity to rid herself off untrustworthy people from her life. The heiress didn't need such toxicity shrouding her.

Nadia handed her a rather organized file which elicited a questioning glance thrown her way. “I thought I've finalized everything else last week? What's this?” Admittedly, there isn't any company logo on the front of the file. “It's not company matter, Miss Farley. It's what you requested me to look into a few days ago.” At the sudden mention of that, her eyes widened and hummed in delight. “Thank you, you may go.” After a slight bow, the red haired secretary made her way out of the office, leaving the Farley female alone. Her blue hues scanned the file carefully before taking out the content. She works fast, Irene had to at least give her that. Sometimes she feels lucky to have someone so multi talented as her PA. Both her personal and professional lives are accommodated moderately because of her.

The name Mira Harridan was printed in bold font. After a while spending her time reading into it, Irene closed the file and clenched her jaw slightly. Until it formed into a smile instead, it was genuine enough to trick anyone into believing there was any sincerity behind the formation. One way to get rid of the threat was to pull the weed straight off its roots, and that is exactly what she's going to do. She will make sure that Mira Harridan would not step anywhere close to her, ever again. Then her life would be a lot more peaceful. “You should've never seeked me out in the first place, darling. Now I know you will never stop until you take me down.” If it was up to her, Irene would've dismissed this empty threat decades ago because she couldn't take her seriously but after the previous attack at one of her branch and the chain mails, she's had enough. It was time she put an end to this.

Sliding her glasses down from the bridge of her nose slowly, she hummed to herself a tune the two females used to sing together while growing up, as the blonde took out the picture clipped on the side of the file. If looks could kill, she would've killed so many people already. The message and emotions underlying behind her sharp piercing sapphire hues held some much value to her, as it only drove her deeper into the path she's taking on. Oh, Irene loves playing with fire above everything else. In an instance, after a while of staring at the 4R picture, the soft edges of it burned itself as a small fire erupted. She discarded the picture into the dustbin and closed the blinds from her office and told her secretary that she's going out for lunch. All the stress is making her hungry.

Make no mistake, Irene Farley is notoriously known for her cultivated hard-scaled exterior that stretched out her road wider into becoming a well-known businesswoman. The woman is a harpy when it comes to business, and she won't wait to swipe you with her talons. Don't let her innocent-like appearance fool you, she remembered that's what people around her said. She didn't pay any attention to it because she thought it wasn't wrong to begin with. It's been a few days since she settled in Evermore recently, hearing that Mira is somewhere in the city and that there was a coincidence clashing with her plans. So it didn't take her long to tell Nadia to buy a place there so it can serve as one of their smaller medium branches. Evermore is beautiful, away from city life that she's too used to, it was a good change. After she gets rid of Mira, she might even consider to stay there.

There was a restaurant not far from where her office building was at, just around the corner, which is going to be her spot today. Hopefully she'll be able to sort out a few details there. Entering the door, the bell chimed and Irene offered the workers a polite smile before taking her seat at the back. As usual, Nadia was in charge of her appointments and had made a reservation earlier today. After ordering her meal, the flaxen haired diviner scrolled through her tablet, skimming over the latest presentations.