One Week Later...
Everything seemed to have settled into a steady rhythm.
Eleanor was keeping a low profile, probably realizing that stepping out of line again could mean Ethan Grayson getting involved, and that was the last thing she wanted.
Charlotte, on the other hand, had returned to her normal life—back to being Ethan's secretary, back to her apartment, back to her usual routine.
It was a Saturday afternoon, and the living room was quiet except for the sound of the TV, where Charlotte sat curled up on the couch, engrossed in her favorite show.
She had a bowl of popcorn beside her, occasionally popping some into her mouth, her eyes fixed on the screen.
In the kitchen, Lena was busy cooking lunch. The delicious aroma of spices and grilled chicken filled the apartment.
After stirring the pot one last time, she suddenly remembered something and wiped her hands on a towel before strolling into the living room.
She plopped down beside Charlotte, nudging her playfully.
