Ambryan kept turning away from his monitor.
Days had passed since the photoshoot happened. No word came from Elias Walker since that day. The men he and his mother hired also reported that the photographer hasn't left his apartment.
Whether that was good news or not, Ambryan hadn't decided yet.
A knock came from his office door.
Then, Eve emerged in front of him.
"There's a package for you from Mr. Wilson," she said, bringing a box of scones, "Do you want me to read the card and shall I leave it to you?"
"Is throwing it in the trash an option?" He replied as she set the box down onto his desk. One look and he knew it was from the most expensive bakery in the city.
"I'd advise against it since it's unprofessional. But you're the boss." Eve winked. "Although, I bet it's similar to the ones before."
