Rosy sank into the couch in her living room, holding a glass of juice. Her body felt heavy, worn out after hours of signing files and sitting through endless meetings.

She was wearing a tiny crop singlet and a bum shorts, and she looked too drained to care about anything at the moment.

Her phone buzzed, a reminder notification, she opened it—A text from Thalia.

"Hey bitch!"

Rosy snorted, she replied back —"Hey."

She had forgotten to reply earlier, she’d been busy in a tense online meeting with one of her biggest clients.

The sudden, violent press of the doorbell tore through the silence.

“Ding-ding-ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong, ding-dong.”

“What...