Cursing inwardly, she wondered if Rosalynn's haste was intentional, a ploy to make her stumble and discredit her as a professional.

Selina clenched her jaw and spun relentlessly, while Rosalynn's smile grew, taking pleasure in the immediate payback.

As Selina spun, Rosalynn's fingers danced across the keys, the music flowing effortlessly from her touch.

Selina continued to spin, beads of sweat forming on her brow.

Damn it! Why couldn't Rosalynn bring herself to a halt?