After the man left, delivering his report, Ruby was left alone in her office. The hum of the fluorescent lights and the soft click of her keyboard filled the quiet space. She sat at her desk, typing away at documents, her eyes scanning the screen with practiced precision. But despite her usual focus, today Esme finished her bath, letting the warm water wash away the tension clinging to her. Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked to the mirror above the basin. She leaned forward, staring at her reflection as droplets of water trailed down her face. Her expression was unreadable, her gaze intense. Slowly, her fingers reached out, brushing the edges of the mirror as though she were feeling for something hidden. She rubbed the surface deliberately, her hands gliding along the frame.
Then, with a small flick of her finger, her hand pressed against the center of the mirror.