Mia elegantly folded one leg over the other, her fingers rhythmically drumming on the smooth surface of her lap. Her gaze was intensely fixed on the television screen situated in her office.
In the following instant, she shifted her attention and turned her head.
Mia admitted with a hint of confusion, "There's something happening, and for some reason, I just can't quite understand it," as Mina held her gaze firmly on Mia.
"Are you certain about that, Mia? You have Abi under your control, so what leads you to believe that things might not unfold as intended?" Mina asked with a thoughtful tone.
Mia took a deep breath, her chest rising slightly, before she shifted her gaze to the television screen.
She settled into the couch, crossing her legs, and then folded her arms, resting them beneath her chest.
