Angela turned to leave, her hand already on the door handle, but she hesitated, her brows furrowing in concern. She glanced back at Amelia, her voice dropping to a whisper as if afraid the walls might hear. "Ms. Amelia, what you’re asking… It's risky. If something goes wrong—"
Amelia cut her off with a dismissive wave, her expression unyielding. “Don’t tell me about rights and wrongs, Angela. We’re beyond that.”
Angela’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. She took a cautious step forward, her voice trembling slightly. "But, Ms., are you sure this is—"
“No buts,” Amelia interrupted, her tone icy and final. “Do it. Don’t question me.”
Angela stood there for a moment, her face a mask of conflicted emotions. She knew there was no arguing with Amelia when she was like this. Resigned, she nodd
