Sophia slipped into the dimly lit kitchen, her eyes locking onto the mysterious figure already seated at the table. "Ma'am, it's done," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I made sure Ana and Mira had their confrontation. I just need Mira to trust me to complete the plan."
The figure nodded, a calculating glint in her eye. "Good work, Sophia. Keep me updated on the situation. We need to make sure everything unfolds according to plan."
Sophia's gaze darted around the kitchen, her nervous energy palpable. "Yes, Ma'am. I'll keep you updated."
The mysterious figure leaned forward, her voice low and menacing. "Our goal is to manipulate Mira into doing what we want. Use her trust in you to our advantage. Make her believe you're on her side."
Sophia's expression remained neutral, but a flicker of determination danced in her eyes. She knew what she had to do, and she was willing to see it through. The question was, how far would she have to go to achieve their goal, and what would be the ultimate cost?