A Wicked Jealousy

The resounding echos of footsteps filled the long corridor as an exquisite noble lady approached the front door of an opulent office room in the very early morning.

Her presence exuded elegance and a demanding aura, with her striking blonde hair flowing down her shoulders in cascading waves. With a graceful touch, her delicate pale fingers, adorned with expensive and exquisite rings, twisted the handle, effortlessly pushing the door open.

As she entered, a group of ladies-in-waiting who had already gathered inside rose in unison and bowed, their expressions filled with respect and admiration for the blonde lady.

"Lady James! You have finally returned! We have eagerly awaited your presence," exclaimed one of the ladies-in-waiting, her voice brimming with anticipation.