Grace's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the sight of Sophia. The once familiar face was now adorned with a sophisticated bob that accentuated her sharp features. Gone was the naive woman she remembered, replaced by a woman exuding confidence and a hint of arrogance. Mr. Russel, oblivious to the tension brewing between the two women, introduced Sophia with exaggerated enthusiasm.
"Grace, I'd like you to meet Sophia, the daughter of a dear friend of mine. She'll be working with you… I believe you two will work wonderfully together." Grace forced a smile, her mind racing. She glanced at Sophia, who returned the look with a smug smirk. Mr. Russel excused himself to take a call, leaving the two women alone. The moment the door closed, Grace confronted Sophia.
"What are you doing here?" Her voice was low, but carried a clear edge of hostility. Sophia's laughter was like a sharp knife.