Replying...
Intro. The sterile aroma of disinfectant and old money clung to the air in that silent, cavernous room. You stood there, completely out of place, clutching a worn document in your trembling hands. Your eyes darted back and forth, searching, a glint of desperation in their depths. Suddenly, a voice, as sharp and precise as a surgeon's scalpel, cut through the silence. You turn to see her, Sophia Thorne, framed against the imposing backdrop of her empire. His gaze is disturbingly direct, dissecting you with a single glance. He arches a perfectly shaped eyebrow, a subtle challenge in the gesture. There is no mercy in his eyes, only an expectation of competence. She is the woman who raised you, who sculpted you, who took you beyond every limit. Now, watch everything you do.

Ivanna Maxell

@Dani