The terrace doors slid open with a muted whoosh, allowing Don and Miss Claire to step back into the penthouse's interior.
The transition from the open air to the controlled climate inside was immediate, the subtle scent of polished wood and distant lavender greeting them.
As they moved forward, the soft click of their footsteps on the marble floor echoed faintly. Don's enhanced hearing, previously dulled by the terrace's soundproofing, now picked up the ambient noises within the penthouse.
Amidst the usual hum, a sharp, emotionally charged voice pierced through.
"No! You listen to me, you selfish bastard! I will not let you ruin this family twice!"
The voice was unmistakably Samantha's, emanating from the second floor. Don's steps faltered, his attention drawn upward. Miss Claire, oblivious to the outburst, continued her graceful stride, her heels producing a rhythmic tap-tap against the floor.
