Debora sits restlessly, her body tense and her mood sour from discomfort. Each passing minute without her medicine fuels her frustration, and when her maid finally arrives, Debora’s expression says it all. She doesn't yell, but her silence is sharp, her gaze commanding. The maid lowers her eyes, sensing she’s more than late—she’s in trouble. Debora rises slowly, steps closer, and with a voice that leaves no room for refusal, makes it clear that her patience has a price. What follows isn’t just a lesson in timing, but in control, presence, and the quiet power of knowing exactly how to take back the room.
