Melania’s Perspective:
As Brock and I meandered back to our offices, a peculiar door caught my eye in the dimly lit hallway.
"Brock, do you remember seeing that door there before?" I asked with a slight frown, gesturing toward the mysterious entry.
He paused, squinting at the anomaly. "No, can't say that I do," he admitted, his voice tinged with curiosity.
Excitement bubbled within me. "Let's check it out. It might just be that secret chamber we've speculated about," I urged, tingling with anticipation.
I laced my fingers through his, sharing a hopeful glance before we pushed the door open. As we flicked the switch, illuminating the forgotten space, I pulled Brock inside and softly clicked the door shut behind us.
I stood, awestruck, as my gaze swept the walls adorned with portraits
