In the spacious living room of the mansion, Elena and Tamara were still sitting side by side. Their conversation had been quite long, ranging from their children to Tamara’s concerns about Isabella. The atmosphere was rather calm, until the sound of knocking on the door was heard.

Knock… knock…

“Excuse me, Madam,” a gentle voice followed the knock.

Elena turned her head. “Come in, Thalia.”

The door opened, and a young woman walked in neatly. In her hands was a thick folder of documents. Her steps were quick yet polite, as if she was already accustomed to working with discipline.

“This is the report you requested yesterday. I’ve completed it...