Mira's feet seemed to move of their own accord, carrying her closer to Ana's room. She didn't know what she was going to say or do, but she knew she had to confront Ana about the feeling of unease that had been growing inside her.
As she approached Ana's door, she could hear the sound of typing on a keyboard. She pushed open the door and stepped inside, her eyes fixed on Ana's profile.
Ana looked up, a mixture of surprise and guilt flashing across her face. "Mira, what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice laced with an innocence that Mira didn't believe.
Mira's eyes narrowed as she took in Ana's expression. She knew she had to tread carefully, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that Ana was hiding something.
"Quit the act I should be asking you the same thing," Mira said, her voice firm. "What are you doing, Ana?"
Ana's smile faltered for a moment, before she regained her composure. "Just working on some documents," she said, her voice smooth.
Mira's eyes locked onto Ana's phone, which lay on the desk beside her laptop. "Documents?" she repeated, her voice skeptical. "And you expect me to believe you?"
The air was thick with tension as the two women locked eyes, each waiting for the other to make the next move.