At that moment, hearing what Cora just said, Malisa leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes for a brief second. The tone in Cora's voice was sharp, almost vibrating with suppressed anger. It wasn't just frustration anymore it was determination. Malisa had known Cora for years and had seen this side of her only a handful of times. Whenever Cora's mind was made up like this, no amount of reasoning or persuasion could sway her.
Then Malisa sighed quietly and finally said, her tone careful but steady, "Alright then… no problem. If this is what you want, I won't fight you on it. I'll make the arrangements."
On the other end, Cora stood by her window, her reflection blending into the city lights outside. Now her arms were crossed tightly against her chest, jaw clenched, but her voice was calm, too calm. "Good. That's exactly what I want, Malisa. No silence. No waiting for this to 'die down.' It ends tomorrow."
Malisa hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Where do you want it held?"
