Seb stood with his back to his assistant, gazing out of the expansive floor-to-ceiling window of his office. Beyond the glass, the city sprawled in a blur of motion, a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped the room. His jaw clenched as he listened to the assistant's report.
"Mr. Frost, Miss Olivia has left her house. She is coming here with the security team," the assistant relayed.
Seb nodded, a flicker of anticipation igniting in his eyes. "Good," he replied tonelessly. "Relay the next set of instructions to the team and you know what to do once she is here."
"Yes, sir," the assistant replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
Hearing the hesitance in his tone , Seb turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "Is there a problem?" he inquired, his voice sharp.
