Geney Ford sat elegantly in a high-backed armchair, her posture as flawless and regal as ever. She wore an exquisite, cream-colored silk lounge gown that flowed gracefully over her lap. In her diamond-adorned fingers, she held a delicate porcelain cup, raising it to her lips to take a slow, measured sip of her coffee.
A triumphant, deeply satisfied smile played on her face. Her sharp, calculating mind was busy replaying the perfect strategy she had executed at the Dwentreen Hotel. She had forcefully locked her stubborn, unyielding son Malcolm in Room 67, completely saturated in an unyielding chemical heat. She had then set the beautiful, genetically refined Omega model Gloria on a direct path to his bed to claim her place. Everything had gone according to her plan. The continuation of the pristine Ford bloodline was finally secure. Malcolm was bound, the family legacy was anchored, and Holino's erratic behavior would no longer threaten the family's future.
