[IVAN]
When a knock falls on the door of my home office, I’m almost taken aback to find Ana actually listening to me for once.
I can’t help but wonder what’s behind this change. It shouldn’t have been so easy to convince her to meet me like I wanted.
A nagging thought creeps into my mind, suggesting that she might have her own agenda in complying with my request.
I can’t wait to find out.
I lean back into my chair and prop my elbows on the armrests. It makes a squeaky sound, while my eyes remain fixed on the woman still standing at the door.
“You called,” she says, her facial expression devoid of any emotions.
Little does she know that no matter how much these past few years have changed her, deep down, she’s still the same Ana. I can tell when she’s trying to hide something or keep
