The intoxicating scent of freshly ground coffee floated in the air, mixed with the smell of leather armchairs and the precious wood of Alexander's office. Emily, curled up in a corner of the room, watched her master with a mix of fascination and apprehension. Her fingers absentmindedly caressed the gold collar around her neck—a constant reminder of her worth and her servitude.

The days passed in a strange, almost domestic routine. Emily ate near Alexander, savoring every bite as if it were her last, fully aware that this privilege could be revoked at any moment. She attended his meetings, a silent witness to a world of power and violence she was only beginning to understand.