One evening, as Cindy sat at her desk, surrounded by files and notes, her phone buzzed. She answered without hesitation. “Enjoying your new little flat?” Peter’s voice oozed sarcasm. Cindy could almost hear the grin in his tone, imagining him lounging in his grand mansion, basking in his false victory.
Cindy smiled to herself, unshaken. “I’m very pleased,” she replied, her voice bright and sharp, every word a subtle jab. Peter, oblivious to her calm strength, chuckled dismissively. “Well, good for you,” he said, clearly expecting her to crumble under the weight of his mockery.