Hail to the Queen

The Enforcer crashes into Regina in the narrow office, both hands locked over the brass keys and contract packet. Chair legs scrape, papers whirl, and the broken window rattles with every shove.

Regina holds her ground through the clinch, shoulders braced, forearms straining against his grip. The desk phone sits within reach, and the office doorway is opening behind him.

The Enforcer leans in hard to wrench the paperwork loose, but that pressure gives Regina a line. The whole control chain is in her hands now, keys, contracts, and the man trying to take them.

One shove could drive him into the hall and clear the room. One hard break could strip his hold and keep the path to the sanctioned fights open.

Regina turns his drive against him, one arm cinching high while the other locks the packet tight to her chest. The Enforcer loses the center of the room as her hips twist and the broken window waits at his back.

She hauls and pivots in one smooth burst, and his boots leave the floor. The office tears open with the motion, chair legs screeching and papers flying toward the doorway.

The Enforcer hits the window frame and disappears through it. Glass snaps outward, wind surges in, and the street below swallows the crash.

Regina stays on her feet at the desk, the keys and contracts still clutched in her hands. The desk phone lies inches away, and the open doorway shows only the hall now.

The room goes briefly still, with the broken window hissing in the draft and the sealed folder with Regina’s name sliding back into view among the scattered papers.