DANIEL'S HOUSE
The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the dining room as Daniel sat at the head of the table, buttering his toast.
Across from him, Samantha stared at her plate, idly stirring her tea. The morning sunlight poured through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the room.
Daniel glanced up at her, his lips curling into a satisfied smirk as he set his knife down. "You know," he began, leaning back in his chair, "I heard some interesting news about Ethan’s company yesterday."
Samantha looked up, raising an eyebrow but saying nothing.
He chuckled softly. "It seems things aren’t going as smoothly as they’d like everyone to believe. Some kind of internal chaos. Leaked information, missed deadlines... you know, the sort of thing that causes headaches for someone
