After training with Elena, I took a long, hot shower to wash away the sweat and tension. Training was second nature to me, a routine I had perfected over the years, but Elena looked utterly exhausted by the end of it.
Her determination was admirable, though. I couldn't help but feel a certain... fondness for her resolve.
Once out of the shower, I dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, ensuring every detail was immaculate. My reflection in the mirror confirmed I was ready to face another day.
I brushed a few stray droplets of water from my face, pulled my hair back into a sleek ponytail, and left the bathroom.
Descending the staircase, I found Elena in the living room, engaged in a conversation with her new assistant, Isabel. Isabel was poised and professional, a perfect fit for the role.
