90 Ron Served

Ron's eyes narrowed as he scanned the room, taking in its grandeur. A twisted smile tugged at the corners of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of his own perceived superiority. But Jane would not allow him to bask in his delusions any longer. With a firm grip on Ron's arm, Jane guided him towards a pair of ornate chairs, their plush cushions inviting yet deceptive. It was a moment of vulnerability for Ron, stripped of his usual bravado and forced to face the consequences of his actions. He hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face, but Jane pressed on. "Sit," she commanded, her voice laced with authority. Ron complied, sinking into the chair with a mixture of defiance and resignation. As they settled into their respective seats, the room seemed to hold its breath. It was a fragile moment, a delicate balance between power and vulnerability. Jane's eyes locked with Ron's, her gaze unwavering as she prepared to confront him with the truth. "Listen carefully