"All the preparations are in place, Mistress," Anya reported, her voice steady, but there was a slight tension in her posture.
Selene leaned back in her chair, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. "Good. Now, we just wait for him to walk into the trap… and then, he's ours."
Anya swallowed hard. That smile… it sent a chill down her spine. For a brief moment, she almost felt bad for the poor guy they were targeting. Almost.
Then, something clicked in her memory—something she saw on the news earlier.
"Mistress, there's something else. It's about the President."
Selene's smirk faded. Her gaze sharpened as she turned to Anya. "What about the President?"
Anya pressed a few buttons on her tablet, then handed it over. "You're going to want to see this."
Selene's eyes flickered across the screen. The headline was bold and unavoidable:
"BREAKING: WESTWARD ACADEMY STUDENT CONFIRMED AS PRESIDENT'S GRANDSON?"
