Ava stood inside a penthouse, it was a twenty five story building from ground level and Ava was at the first floor, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, a glass of wine held delicately in her hand. The door opened, and Stanley entered, his head bowed.

"All plans are set, Ma’am," he said, his voice low.

"Partners?" she asked, her eyes narrowing.

"All done," Stanley replied, his eyes cast downward.

Ava's gaze intensified. "Proceed."

Stanley ...