Mona paced her lavish room, her heels clicking against the marble floor as the glow from the chandelier cast her in an almost ethereal light.
Her phone was pressed tightly against her ear as she spoke with a cold and calculated tone.
"How far have you gone with the plans?" Mona demanded, her voice dripping with authority.
On the other end, the man's voice was steady but cautious.
"We are progressing quickly, ma'am. As I speak, my men are stationed near the physician's place, watching her every move.
Once she steps out, we'll proceed to the next phase of the operation."
Mona's lips curled into a sly smile. "Good. Make sure there's no room for error. I want no traces, no loose ends.
This has to be clean." Her voice sharpened, leaving no room for argument.
"Yes, ma'am. I'll personally oversee the operation and ensure everything goes as planned.
I assure you, success is guaranteed," the man replied confidently.
