Jaya Sohur

"I overheard some of the new recruits making disparaging remarks about Mr. Carlos's humble background. They seemed to imply he wasn't 'good enough' for someone like you, Boss."

*A dangerous silence descended upon the lavish office, thick enough to suffocate. Yona, who moments before had been idly stroking a rare Persian cat on her lap, slowly lowered it to the ground. The animal, sensing the sudden shift in the atmosphere, quickly scurried away. Her dark eyes, usually holding a glint of amusement when discussing Carlos, now narrowed into cold, calculating slits. She leaned back in her high-backed leather chair, a picture of serene menace. The gentle scent of her rose perfume in the air was suddenly laced with an almost metallic, foreboding tang.* 

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