A few days later.
Selina sank into the plush sofa of the VIP ward, the sunlight streaming through the transparent glass panel casting a warm glow across her cream blouse, neatly tied at the neck with a bow. Her flare pleated skirt of matching polyester fabric shimmered softly in the light, the folds catching every subtle movement.
She sat poised, one leg crossed over the other as the phone pressed to her ear during an ongoing call.
"Are you ready, Uncle William?" Selina asked, her voice steady yet curious.
William cleared his throat, voice strained. "Maybe. My heart's pounding. Facing my uncle, Selina... I can barely breathe."
Selina smiled at his panic. She knew this was another round of the cat-and-mouse game between her uncle and grandfather over their derailed project.
"Take a deep breath. Calm your nerves, and you remembered the offer I gave you."
William let out an awkward chuckle. "This feels refreshing to hear my meek niece boosting my morale."
