--- Sammy’s Boutique – Late Afternoon The boutique was quiet, luxurious, and filled with soft music and designer fabrics. Sammy was adjusting a display when the door opened sharply. She turned—and froze. Catherine Richmond stood in the doorway, her presence regal and intimidating, dressed in a deep navy trench coat and black heels. The two women locked eyes. Sammy (coolly): "You could have made an appointment." Catherine (walking forward slowly): "Oh, this isn’t a business visit, Sammy." Sammy crossed her arms, chin tilted in defiance. Sammy: "So what is it then? Another round of polished insults? Or are you here to cry over your broken little kingdom?" Catherine gave a dry laugh, stepping uncomfortably close—her voice suddenly quiet but laced with steel. Catherine: "I’m not

