Eeny, meeny, miny, moe

Serena paced the room, moving back and forth on the available space between her bed and the wall. She could not think straight, wondering if she was wrong.

Did she harshly pass judgment on an innocent man? Did she readily jump to her conclusion without giving him a chance to explain and defend himself?

"Serena?" Her assistant suddenly knocked on her bedroom door, making her turn, distracting her from her thoughts.

"Yes, Claire." Serena forced a reply from her lips, knowing she was waiting.

"I will call it a night if you do not need anything else from me." Claire hollered on the other side of the wooden door.

She thought about it, concluding that she had all she needed. At least, with her state of mind, she doubted she would require anything else for the night.

Steadily, she moved toward her door, opening it. Since her visitor had left, she had locked herself in her room, wanting a quiet place and privacy.