An Unwelcome Wardrobe Encounter
An older woman stepped forward across the polished floor, pointing a rigid finger at the fabric draped over the younger woman’s shoulders. The silk robe folded loosely around the red-haired woman’s frame as she gathered the lapels in her hand.
The matriarch glared directly at the garment and stated flatly that those clothes belonged to her. The younger woman pulled the edges tighter against her chest, answering that it was merely a robe.
Neither moved away from the boundary line between the floorboards. The older woman took another deliberate stride closer, narrowing her eyes as her fingers hovered just inches from the silky hemline.
A Divided Stance in the Living Room
A man in a slate shirt moved in between them, lifting an arm to form a physical barrier. He turned his head toward the elder woman and told her to stop.
The younger woman held her breath, shifting her weight slightly back on her heels. Her green eyes darted toward the man’s broad back, seeking reassurance from the barrier he established between the two women.
Behind them, the wide glass doors revealed an expansive view of the open ocean and bright daylight. Yet inside the penthouse, every movement stayed tight, deliberate, and closely watched.
Footsteps echoed sharply from the adjoining corridor before another figure appeared. A silver-haired man dressed in a dark tailored suit entered the frame carrying a sheaf of printed documents.
The Documents on the Counter
The suited man walked briskly to the marble island, sliding the thick stack of papers across the counter. The pages hit the stone top with a dry slap, spreading slightly across the slick surface.
The red-haired woman leaned her torso forward, her gaze dropping down to the typed sheets. She raised an index finger toward the stack, her voice barely carrying as she asked what the papers meant.
The man in the suit rested his open palm firmly over the documents, pressing them flat against the countertop. He looked straight into her eyes and told her that her permission to stay was revoked.
Her eyebrows rose, pulling the skin across her forehead tight as her lips parted in an unformed reply. Her fingers remained gripped around the collar of the borrowed robe while the older woman stepped to the side of the counter, watching her face crumble in the glare of the glass wall.
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