The sun shone softly through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow on the room. Ella sat on her bed, sifting through a stack of papers, her mind barely on the task at hand. The events of the previous day replayed in her head, and before she could stop herself, a soft chuckle escaped her lips.
"I never thought I’d see fear on your face, Tania," she whispered to herself, the memory still fresh. "Who would have thought?"
The encounter had been deeply satisfying. Seeing Tania panic, trembling, was a victory in itself. But Ella knew it wasn’t over yet. This was just the beginning. Tania still had a lot to answer for. Ella pushed aside the files on her lap and got up, stretching her arms and heading toward the kitchen. Breakfast, she thought. I need to think clearly for what’s coming
