(Author's POV)
"Come in," Jacob's calm, aloof voice echoed from the other side of the door, as Elisa was still reeling from the past events in her mind.
His words broke her chain of thoughts as she barged in, her meek and humble façade gone. Now she marched with arrogance and haughtiness, towards the guest couch and settled on it like some queen dowager.
Jacob was staring at her movements without much of an expression as he saw her sitting on the couch, crossing her legs, and striking a commanding pose. She tapped the armrest with her pointy, edgy, black painted nails and looked straight at Jacob. Her chin was slightly raised above the norm as she asked, "Why did you call for me?" Her tone was sharp.
Jacob scoffed mockingly, pissing Elisa off even more. He wasn't offended, but rather entertained by her pompous behavior. "Did I ask something funny, that you are laughing like a joker, Jacob Larson?"
