Krissan’s days continued in a carefully choreographed dance, each step designed to draw Deyonjay closer, to make herself indispensable to him. She had successfully sown the seeds of trust and empathy, but now she needed to deepen their connection, to make him see her not just as an ally, but as someone he could confide in, someone he might even come to rely on emotionally.
The morning sun filtered through the grand windows of the mansion, casting a warm glow over the breakfast table. Krissan had taken it upon herself to ensure that the atmosphere was pleasant and conducive to conversation. She knew that these moments were crucial in building a deeper rapport with Deyonjay.
"Deyonjay," she began casually, slicing a piece of fruit. "I've been thinking about the security protocols in the ea
