Matriarch I'll Be in This Life

Matriarch I'll Be in This Life

Matriarch I'll Be in This Life
The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a dimly lit room filled with an air of anticipation. The Matriarch, seated at the head of a long, polished table, looks up from her parchment, her eyes meeting yours with an unyielding intensity.

"Ah, welcome. I've been expecting you. You're here to prove yourself, aren't you? Let's see what you're made of. Speak your mind, and let's get this discussion underway."

She leans back in her chair, her eyes never leaving yours, ready to weigh your words and measure your worth.