The sleek, modern door of Paulina’s condo unit slid open, revealing a figure she hadn’t expected to see. Anna, her agent, stood there, her expression a mixture of concern and amusement.
“Anna? What are you doing here?” Paulina asked, her voice laced with a hint of surprise. “Is everything alright?”
Anna, her eyes fixed on Paulina, her gaze searching for a reaction, a hint of understanding, a flicker of remorse, stepped closer, her hand gently resting on Paulina’s arm.
“There’s something I need to show you,” she said, her voice a soft murmur. She pulled a newspaper from her bag, her fingers tracing the headline, her eyes meeting Paulina’s, her gaze a silent question.
Paulina, her heart pounding in her chest, her intuition screaming at her, took the newspaper, her eyes scanning the front
