Sapphira And Cosmos

In the dimly lit hotel room, Sapphira paced back and forth with an air of frustration, her elegant features twisted in a scowl of anger. She had been waiting for hours for Larry Conrad to respond to her summons, but so far, there had been no word from him. The thought of being kept waiting like a common servant grated on her nerves, fueling the flames of her simmering rage.

"This is unacceptable," she muttered, her voice laced with venom as she glared at her phone, willing it to ring with a message from Larry. "I won't be treated like this. I have important business to discuss with him, and he will listen to me, one way or another."

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Cosmos entered the room with a confident stride, his expression unreadable as he took in Sapphira's agitated state. "What's got you so worked up, my dear?" he asked, his voice smooth as silk.

Sapphira whirled around to face him, her eyes blazing with fury. "Where have you been, Cosmos?" she demanded, her voice