"Are you truly loyal to the hand that feeds you, Rea, or do I need to recalibrate your entire personality matrix to ensure your absolute obedience?" Zeldin asked, his voice dripping with a possessive, lethal finality.
Rea stood paralyzed inside her massive, ultra-luxurious walk-in closet, the chilling echo of her husband's warning from the previous night vibrating through her thoughts. Her fingers trembled against a row of dresses made from rare, synthetic fabrics that cost more than an entire block in the lower sectors. The space was immense, designed like a high-end gallery with soft, warm lighting that automatically adjusted to match her skin tone. Glass cases displayed hundreds of diamond-encrusted timepieces, platinum bracelets, and rings that flashed under the specialized spotlight
