Puppet

Serena paced the opulent living room of Damian’s penthouse, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the view from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline only added to her cold determination. She was ready to take control, and nothing would stand in her way. Her plan would be executed perfectly.

Veronica stood by the door, exuding poise and elegance. Serena had called her for a specific purpose, and there was a silent understanding between them. Serena glanced at her briefly before fixing her gaze on the sprawling room around them.

“Veronica,” Serena began, her voice low, yet laced with a calculated sharpness, “I need you to do something for me. Something... delicate.”

Veronica raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a knowing smile. She had always been intrigued by Serena’s ruthless nature, but this was new. She leaned in slightly, her curiosity piqued.

“I’m listening,” Veronica replied, her tone teasing, yet