SANDRA’S MACHINATIONS

Sandra paced her opulent room, the plush carpet muffling her agitated footsteps. The moonlight filtered through the heavy curtains, casting an eerie glow on her surroundings. She clutched her phone, waiting impatiently for the call she had placed to connect. Finally, a deep, gravelly voice answered, breaking the silence.

"What is it, Sandra?" the voice growled, laced with impatience and anger.

Sandra's lips curled into a sneer. "It's Andrea," she spat, unable to mask the venom in her tone. "That pathetic human is ruining everything. She was never supposed to be Luna. That position was meant for me."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Sandra could almost feel the tension crackling through the phone. "You assured me you had everything under control," the voice hissed. "How did she end up being chosen?"

Sandra's grip tightened around her phone. "I did have everything under control until she showed up. Logan was supposed to reject her, but for some reason, he’s keeping he