Mona stormed into the living room, her heels clicking sharply against the tiled floor. She scanned the space quickly, empty.
*Where is he now? He better not be avoiding me.* Mona thought, as she rolled her eyes in silent anger.
She turned toward the corridor. The light spilling beneath the door of Derrick's private study confirmed it.
*Of course, he's there again, thinking, plotting, hiding everything.*
Without knocking, she pushed the door open and walked in.
Derrick was seated at his desk, his hands folded, eyes distant.
The faint glow of a candle on the side cast shadows across his face. He turned slowly to look at her but said nothing.
His silence did not go unnoticed.
Mona stood still, arms crossed, her body trembling slightly, not from fear, but from boiling rage. She stared at him, her eyes sharp with fury.
*Is he going to pretend as if he can't see me or I'm an insignificant object before him?* Mona angrily thought to herself.
