It was like slow motion.
Well, not so much for those with enhanced senses, but very much so for the newest lady who just got there.
From the exact moment her footing allegedly slipped, everything seemed to stretch. Each second pulled longer than it should, as though time itself had decided to linger just to witness the downfall that would eventually lead to her bright future.
Her body tilted, first subtly, then with increasing certainty, until there was no denying it anymore.
She was falling.
Falling as planned.
A gentle misstep, a slight turn, just enough imbalance to appear natural, and then—at precisely the right moment—she would fall forward into the arms of the one she had chosen.
Graceful.
Effortless.
Perfect.
That had been the plan.
But somewhere between the tilt and the turn, unbeknownst to her, something shifted.
Because, instead of a controlled descent, her body began to spin thanks to the incredibly polished floors.
