At exactly 4:30, in the morning, the raindrops were lingering like a shy visitor, the rain had started at exactly 12:54 in the middle of the night and it was quite heavy, it was accompanied by a raging wind, which seemed ready to destroy everything in it's path and even things that was not on it's path. It rained heavily for quite a while till the raindrops slowed down falling gently like a tired sigh from the sky as if the storm had wept out all it could and was ready to stop throwing tantrums. Now it drizzled slowly with the patience of a lullaby.
Beneath all these tantrums was Lisa, she had just woken up at exactly 3:35 for a meeting she had planned for a very long time. She tossed and turned on her queen sized bed before lifting up her silky sleep mask. She opened her eyes softly gauging the room before completely seating up,
"Edmund" she called out softly, almost immediately a large figure appeared almost like he had been waiting behind the door all night, his steps were heavy but was also unusually light, he walked majestically towards a darker part of the room and turned on the main light, the room shone like it was day time, he then proceeds to tap on the tablet he was holding while whispering to himself... He seemed to be talking to someone that wasn't in the room. There was a comm by his right ear, which he seemingly used to communicate. "Have you gotten everything ready as I requested ?" She asked so softly, but the authority in her voice was unquestionable, she was still seating on the bed stretching when he responded "yes ma'am, Margaret is on her way here with the others" she turns to look at him and waves for him to go "Remind her last time was a warning, this time there won't be one" he gently bowed his head before turning his back to leave the room. She breathe a little sigh of relief before she stood up gently and majestically, she immediately put on her slipper and walked majestically to the bathroom her movements looked so unreal it looked like she was dancing whereas she was walking but it still looked so wonderful, she gently opened another door inside the room supposedly leading to another room her closet; there hanged various brands of clothes, heels, bags etc this closet was literally bigger than her room with a staircase leading to more clothes and jewelleries . She kept walking straight ahead until she reached another large door. Inside was a jacuzzi—an exceptionally large one. She snapped her fingers, and the light shone brightly throughout the room. The jacuzzi looked stunning under the glow of multicolored lights. Then, a song began playing in the background: "Rich Girl" by Gwen Stefani.
She walked slowly, her body swaying in time with the rhythm of the music, each step deliberate and fluid. The soft hum of Rich Girl floated through the room, echoing gently off the walls. A crystal glass of champagne shimmered in her hand, catching the colored lights that bathed the air in hues of violet, gold, and electric blue. She moved with elegance, her hips rolling to the beat, her damp hair falling loosely down her back, clinging to her skin in dark, glistening strands.
Reaching the edge of the tub, she paused. The water beneath her steamed softly, sending tendrils of warmth swirling through the air. With slow, unhurried movements, she bent and placed the glass on a marble ledge nearby. Her fingers reached for the silk robe hanging off her shoulders, and she let it fall to the floor without a sound. Stepping into the jacuzzi, she exhaled a quiet breath as the heat wrapped around her body like a lover's embrace. She sank deeper, until only her face remained above water, her eyes fluttering shut in surrender.
Time seemed to have slowed down.
For a while, she remained still, letting the warmth soothe her muscles, the music drift over her, and the flickering lights dance across the surface of the water. Her thoughts wandered somewhere between memory and fantasy until finally, with a slow inhale, she lifted her head from beneath the surface, beads of water tracing the curves of her face.
B She reached once more for the champagne, now beaded with condensation, and took a long sip. The bubbles tingled against her lips, delicate and cold against the lingering heat on her skin. She leaned back, resting one arm on the edge of the tub, gazing up at the ceiling as if searching for something beyond the moment.
After what felt like an eternity suspended in quiet luxury, she rose. Water clung to her in rivulets as she stepped gracefully from the tub, her silhouette framed by the soft, ambient glow. She stood there a moment, the song fading into the background, before reaching for her robe and disappearing into the shadows beyond the door. She stepped back into the walk-in closet an elegant chamber lined with walls of polished wood. The faint scent of lavender and fresh linen hung in the air. Waiting silently inside were her attendants three maids standing in perfect posture, their eyes lowered in quiet respect and fear, with the two stylists already assembling what she would wear.
She was meant to choose from an array of curated outfits, each selected for its elegance, authority, and grace. But the choice had already been made for her.
Her chief maid, Clara, stepped forward with a respectful nod. "We thought this would be most appropriate, ma'am," she said gently, gesturing toward the outfit. She was as quiet as ever. They knew her schedule, her tone, and what was expected of her image almost as well as she did. She gave a small nod, and the room moved with quiet efficiency. While one maid unfastened her robe, another began gathering the accessories the sapphire earrings, the matching heels, the minimalist clutch. A third woman stepped behind her with a comb and dryer, beginning to style her hair into a clean, sculpted shape. Everything was done with precision, no words wasted. This was a ritual one of control, preparation, and poise.
While all these was going on music continued to play in the background...."you don't own me" one of her favorites which was sung by Kristen chenoweth. Setting the perfect mood for the morning for her as they all basked in the silence of working.As she stepped into the outfit, fabric hugging her frame like it had been stitched for this very hour, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Composed, regal, unreadable. She quickly waved her hands in dismissal.
Lisa stood still at the closet door, her face composed but distant. Not quite stern, not soft either just set, like someone who'd learned long ago how to hide whatever the world was not supposed to see. She quietly waited until the last set of heels clicked out of earshot, the final door shut behind, finally the room was quiet, not that it was noisy but silence where there's multitude has always been awkward it was humanly silent but right now the silence was deafening. No staff, no assistants hovering, no one fussing about her schedule,Just her.
She stepped out of the closet and moved toward the small marble-topped table beside it, where her handbag rested already packed, placed precisely where it should be. Everything was in order, the day laid out the way she preferred it: tailored, efficient and predictable, especially with the important meeting that was scheduled to hold today. But before reaching for the bag, she paused and glanced at the mirror hanging on the adjacent wall. Her reflection met her with the same careful gaze. Perfectly tailored charcoal blazer, understated jewelry, her hair swept back with not a strand out of place. Everything about her looked composed and Controlled. And yet,there it was a flicker at the corner of her mouth, the smallest smile, more like a secret than an expression.
"Lisa."
The voice came low and close, her body turned before her mind had time to process. It wasn't a startled flinch, it was sharper, trained, like some part of her had known he was there all along, but chose not to acknowledge it until now. She didn't speak, Instead, her hand moved fast. She snatched the small dagger; thin, silver, and perfectly balanced from the inner part of her bag, in the same breath, she hurled it across the room without hesitation. He ducked with a knowing preparedness.The blade embedded itself into the paneling behind him with a clean, dull dunk. He straightened, calm as ever, not surprised seemingly amused.
"Well," he said, brushing dust from his shoulder, "good morning to you too." Lisa stood perfectly still, her expression unreadable again. The hint of that smile was gone now, she kept her poker face but the aura around seemed to have been more cold than it normally was. "who let you in?" She asked so coldly, you could literally feel the ice in the air. "Shouldn't you be happy to see me here lisa" he asked so nonchalantly underneath it all you could perceive a subtle mockery coming from his voice. She smiled, but her face did not show happiness instead there was a flicker of murderous intent in her eyes, it seemed to her like she was playing a game of Chess and she was about to pull out the biggest trickery from her pocket of tricks. "John, I'll not ask you this question again" she said still smiling and looking him dead in the eyes she asked again " who let you in?" Still so non-chalant he walks slowly acting like he was admiring the room till he eventually got to her, he showed her a very big smile lifted up her hands to kiss but she made use of the opportunity so quickly to hit him directly in his lip, the force pushed him back with his hand on his lips as it bled out a little. She did all this without changing her expression, all of a sudden he raises his head wearily, wiping off the blood from his lips, he begins to laugh maniacally, although lisa wasn't moved at all by this she edged back, unwilling to let the smear of blood from his lips touch her. He noticed her movement, then suddenly his eyes flashed with a strange glint, his voice trembled as he said her name, "Lisa."