The mansion was unusually quiet that night, a silence that seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The tension from the week's events lingered in the air, but there was also a sense of tentative peace. Krissan knew she had to seize this moment, to take another step forward in her intricate plans.
The morning began with the usual routine. Deyonjay was engrossed in his plans to further destabilize Marconi, his focus intense. Krissan, however, had other ideas. She needed to find a way to deepen their connection, to further ensnare him in her web.
She entered his office, carrying a tray with breakfast. "I thought you might like something to eat," she said softly, placing the tray on his desk.
Deyonjay looked up, a rare smile crossing his face. "Thank you, Krissan. I appreciate it."
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