As I pushed the door open, the laughter ceased instantaneously. My heart raced as a rush of disbelief coursed through me.
There in Mr Mattias's office. Was a woman leaning casually against his desk, A woman I had never seen before.
She had long, flowing black hair and wore a sleek, red dress that hugged her curves perfectly. The air was thick with an awkward silence, and I could feel the tension rising.
Mr Mattias, who was sitting behind his expansive desk, looked up with a mixture of surprise and worry. His dark eyes narrowed as they met mine. "Shimma," he said, his voice steady but edged with something I couldn't quite place.
"Am I interrupting something?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"No not at all," the woman said, a smirk playing on her lips.
