The atmosphere in the room was electrified, as if the very air held its breath, anticipating an imminent explosion. The dim light emanating from the crystal chandelier reflected off the walls adorned with soft golden patterns, while the shadows of the elegant furniture danced on the dark wooden floor. Velvet curtains in a deep wine-red hue hung partially drawn, leaving a small window that revealed the brooding night sky.
In the center of the room stood Jenny Anderson, her long hair cascading softly over her shoulders as she struggled to catch her breath. She wore a white silk blouse with long sleeves, adorned with small pearl buttons, paired with fitted black trousers that accentuated her grace. On her feet were black leather heels of moderate height. Her hands were clenched at her sides,
