An attendant approached me, bowing slightly. "Miss Tillman? Miss Hart is waiting for you."
"That's me," I replied with a measured smile, nodding in acknowledgment. My instincts sharpened immediately, aware that entering this territory required caution.
"Please follow me," the attendant gestured, guiding me through the café. The subtle tension in the air made my senses heighten—every movement, every sound seemed amplified.
Stepping inside, I spotted Leah and another woman seated by the window, chatting as though they were the rulers of this small dominion. Both radiated dominance, status evident in their posture, attire, and the quiet authority that demanded recognition. The second woman's expensive clothing and confident air marked her as Leah's equal in power and standing.
"Ah, the designer is here! Please sit! Bring the coffee," Leah commanded, her voice carrying the authority of an Alpha.
