Stroke of Luck

"Golden Garden," Jack said, his voice carrying a hint of intrigue, and then he fell silent, his gaze locked onto Miss Elma.

The weight of his words hung in the air, causing a sudden shift in Miss Elma's demeanor.

The fury that had consumed her just moments ago dissipated, replaced by a profound shock. It was as if Jack had peered into her soul, uncovering a secret she thought hidden.

A wave of vulnerability washed over Miss Elma as she instinctively leaned back in her chair, seeking support. Her hands trembled slightly as she nervously adjusted her glasses, trying to regain composure.

The stern authority that had defined her demeanor melted away, revealing a woman caught off guard and exposed.

"What do you mean?" she managed to ask, her voice betraying a mix of curiosity and unease.

It was clear that Jack's words had struck a nerve, disrupting the carefully constructed facade she had maintained until now.