"Good morning, ma'am."
Lynn rose from her seat the moment Samantha entered the dining room. Her voice was steady, respectful, as always.
Samantha's sleek hair, straight and impossibly soft, fell down her back like a dark river. The simple movement of her walking made strands shimmer under the morning light. She wore a tailored dress in a soft cream shade, cinched at the waist, her elegance quiet but commanding.
She sat behind the long glass dining table, its surface gleaming, catching the sunlight in fractured reflections. Her phone rested by her side, screen face-down, when Lynn approached with her tablet in hand.
"Is Jake not coming down for breakfast?" Samantha asked, reaching for her coffee.
"Actually, no, ma'am," Lynn replied. "He left early for the office. There was work he insisted on finishing before today's board session."
