Hearing that, Heena smiled sweetly, offering a perfectly innocent bow of her head as the old matriarch stepped past the threshold and made her way down the corridor.
The absolute second the grandmother's silhouette disappeared from view, the atmosphere in the study violently snapped.
Samuel didn't even wait for Heena to give the order. He moved with desperate, frantic speed, his heavy leather boots thudding against the floorboards as he slammed the heavy sliding doors shut. The solid, wooden 'clack' echoed loudly in the quiet room, followed immediately by the sharp sound of the lock clicking into place.
Heena turned around slowly, the sweet granddaughter persona melting away to reveal that same wicked, entirely dominant smirk. She crossed her arms loosely over her chest, tilting her head.
