I woke up feeling surprisingly refreshed, a sense of resolve settled in my chest. Today was going to be a critical day, but I felt ready to face it. I went through my morning routine with precision: a quick workout to get my blood flowing, a hot shower, and dressing in a sharp, tailored suit that projected confidence and authority.
My servant, Maria, greeted me with a steaming cup of black coffee as I entered the kitchen.
"Good morning, Ms. Steele," she said with a warm smile, handing me the cup.
"Good morning, Maria," I replied, taking a sip and savoring the rich, dark flavor. This was my anchor, a small moment of calm before the storm.
I headed to my car, my mind already running through the talking points for the press conference. Before starting the engine, I pulled out my phone and sent the address of the conference to Elena. I could only imagine how nervous she must be feeling, but I needed her there. We had to face this together.
