A few days later, Trisha was in the office, deeply engrossed in her work, going over some reports. The room was quiet, the only sound being the faint hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers. She was so focused that she didn't hear the door open at first.
When she noticed the movement in her peripheral vision, she assumed it was Jazlyn, the clerk, coming in with more documents or a fresh stack of files. Without looking up, she murmured, "Just leave them on the desk, Jazlyn. I'll get to them in a minute."
Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway, making her look up in surprise. Dashiell stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe with a slight smile on his face. He was dressed in his usual sharp attire, but there was a relaxed air about him that caught Trisha off guard.
"Dashiell?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as she quickly stood up from her chair. "What are you doing here?"
