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As Butler James hung up the phone, Olivia Windsor let out a frustrated groan. She knew that Master Sterling would not be pleased with the lack of progress on the case, but the news still stung.
She paced back and forth in her small office, her high heels clicking against the polished wood floor.
"Arg..." she muttered under her breath, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to make sense of the clues they had gathered so far. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were missing something crucial.
She picked up a pen and began scribbling notes on a notepad, the sound of the pen scratching against the paper echoing through the room.
As she worked, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of anxiety. This case was important, not just for Master Sterling, but for the safety of everyone in the Sterling Mansion.
Olivia felt the tension building in her temples, the result of hours spent poring over case files with little to show for it.
