LISA MOORE'S HOUSE
Lisa paced around her room, her movements sharp and restless, the weight of frustration pressing down on her.
Every step felt like she was trying to shake off the suffocating reality her father had thrown at her.
Ava, sitting cross-legged on the bed, watched as Lisa ran a hand through her hair for what had to be the tenth time in the past few minutes. "Lisa, can you please calm down? Take it easy," she said.
“I can’t believe this,” Lisa muttered, stopping abruptly and turning to face Ava. “Are you even listening to me? He gave me an ultimatum. Either I fix this mess within forty-eight hours, or I step down. And not just step down—he said I should consider myself suspended if I can’t salvage the situation.” She let out a sharp breath. “This is ridiculous!”
Ava kept
