The next morning, Anastasia stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her blazer with a focused expression.
Her eyes scanned her reflection one last time, searching for confidence in the face staring back.
"You can do this," she whispered to herself. "Today is going to be different."
The moment she stepped out of her room and descended the staircase, she paused halfway down when she spotted Mason sitting quietly in the living room. He was still dressed in his pyjamas, something rare for a weekday morning.
'Is he not going to work today?' Anastasia wondered. Her steps slowed, cautious.
"Good morning," she greeted politely, keeping her tone neutral.
Mason looked up at her and let out a weak but genuine smile. Without speaking right away, he picked up a file and held it out to her.
"This is the Alfonso Martinez finalized paperwork. Keep it with you. His copy has already been sent. This one is yours for the project," Mason said in a calm voice.
