New World

Claire awoke the next morning to the soft light filtering through the curtains. She reached out lazily, expecting to feel her phone beside her; which she did. She picked it up and checked the time.

7:28 A.M.

She had barely slept, her mind buzzing with the tasks that lay ahead. The briefcase incident and Anton's betrayal were still fresh in her memory, but there was no time to dwell on them now. Today marked the beginning of her transformation.

Claire looked around her new bedroom. It was the complete opposite of her old one. The room was enormous and magnificent, with ceilings so high, she felt she needed binoculars to see the top. The windows were massive, letting the golden sunlight pour through.

The walls were painted a soft, creamy color and ornamented with exquisite artwork that reflected refinement and class.

A king-sized bed, complete with a mountain of soft pillows. The dresser was so ornate it probably had its own backstory, covered with delicate perfume bottles and jewelry