The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pale golden hue over the Brown estate as Angela stirred from a restless sleep. Her mind had been a turbulent storm of thoughts and emotions since the confrontation between Edmund and Richard the previous night. She hadn't been present for their face-off, but she felt the lingering tension in the air like a heavy fog that refused to lift.
Her bedroom, once a sanctuary, now felt like a gilded cage. She tossed the covers aside, her skin prickling with the remnants of an uneasy dream, and moved to the large window overlooking the gardens below. The beauty of the morning was lost on her. Edmund's offer to have her work at his company had been playing on a loop in her head ever since. Was it really a job opportunity or just another move in a larger game? One she didn't fully understand yet?