The moon cast a silver veil over the sprawling estate as Barbara moved silently through the manor's darkened halls. Each step was calculated, each breath measured. Her only certainty was the urgency of her mission. She needed to act fast, before her father's treacherous deal with Lord Noble could solidify into something irreversible.
Barbara's heart pounded as she approached her father's study, a room she had not set foot in for months. Once, she had believed this room was a bastion of integrity, a symbol of her father's honour. Now, it seemed to reek of corruption, with the lingering sour scent of schemes and fraud hanging thickly in the air. Her father's choice to align with Lord Noble, the only alternative left to salvage the manor's fleet, was a stark betrayal of the values he once taught her. If she could disrupt this deal, it would be a personal triumph.
