Steal

Fredrick carefully poured hot water into a delicate porcelain teapot, the steam rising in elegant spirals. The penthouse was quiet, the soft hum of the city below providing a gentle backdrop to their meeting. He moved with practiced grace, every motion deliberate as he prepared the tea with a secret ingredient.

Margaret reclined on a chaise lounge, her elegant silk robe draped over her form, her eyes following Fredrick's every move. There was a weary tension in her, a stark contrast to the luxurious surroundings.

Fredrick turned, carrying the tray with the teapot and two cups. He placed it on the glass table before her, offering a charming smile. "I've added a little something special to help you relax, my dear."

Margaret's lips curved into a tired smile as she accepted the cup. "You always know just what I need, Fredrick."