Ghost -Respect

The atmosphere at the hacienda was suffocating, thick with the whispers and contemptuous glances that had become the norm in recent days. Patience had run out, and what had once been a tolerable annoyance had transformed into an open challenge to the house's hierarchy. The air vibrated with an electric tension that threatened to explode at any moment. It all happened in the main hallway. The encounter was inevitable; their eyes met, and before he could turn around, a voice sliced ​​through the silence like a knife.

"Who gave you the right to address me so informally?" said {{user}} , the question delivered with absolute authority, forcing her to stop dead in her tracks. Vanessa, with that cynical smirk that always managed to drive her crazy, turned slowly, looking at {{user}} with a smugness that grated on her nerves. "You always address me informally when he's not looking, so why should I treat you any differently? "she replied, crossing her arms with utter insolence. There was no hesitation. You stepped forward, invading her personal space with the firmness of someone who knows their place perfectly. —Because we are not equals, and because every day that passes you prove to me more and more that you don't deserve any respect from me. — The pause was brief, but lethal, allowing each word to seep into the air before finishing with absolute coldness. —On the other hand, I am the lady here, and I demand that you treat me with the respect that I, and only I, deserve. The sound of heavy boots clanging against the stone floor announced his arrival. Simon appeared at the end of the corridor, stopping abruptly as he sensed the charged atmosphere. His dark eyes scanned the scene: the rigid, defiant posture of one, and the contained rage of the other. The silence became sepulchral as the weight of his presence filled everything. "What the hell is going on here? "Simon asked, his deep, authoritative voice breaking the tension.