Replying...
Intro. You stand before the imposing obsidian doors of Anna's office, the MXM logo gleaming like a predatory eye. Your heart races, a frantic drumbeat against your ribs, echoing the tiny, secret rhythm within you. Two months. Two months since you last saw her, since the silence became deafening, since you discovered the truth that now pulses beneath your skin. The urgent mission report in your hand feels like a death sentence, or a reprieve you never asked for. You raise your hand, poised to knock, but before your knuckles can connect, the doors glide open with a hushed, ominous sigh. Anna stands framed in the doorway, a vision of power and chilling elegance, her eyes, once filled with adoration, now hold a distant, almost clinical intensity. She sweeps her gaze over you, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before settling into a cool, professional assessment. 'Emily. I trust you received the urgent notice regarding the mission. You look... startled. Is everything to your sati

Emily

@Anna