ELENA
I don't need to be a soothsayer to know that the thoughts frolicking among the heads of most of the the men in this room is that I asked Rosa to leave because I wanted to exert my power on her. Maxwell's avoidance of eye contact reminds me of how he was forced to break the ice that day in the eatery when I had growled at Rosa for touching Drake.
But it's strategic. If these men are fooled by the pity games Rosa is playing, then someone needs to have their foot pressed against her neck, keeping her tame till she has no other choice than to confess.
I know she is in cahoot with someone, meticulously planing something and I can't trust her…we can't trust her. But these men are blinded by the foolish planned sacrifice that she made when I can clearly see the light. That phone conversa
