~Two weeks 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, a quiet, calculating presence that seemed to command the room even in silence 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, his voice coming nervously from the other end of the line. "It looks so. But my heart is pounding so fast it might leap out the moment I step into the boardroom. Facing my uncle… Selina, I can't breathe."
