It was 9 o'clock in the evening, and Silas was still at the office, dealing with the current issues. The empty coffee cup was left unattended on the table and the documents scattered all over.
The muscles in his neck and shoulders screamed with each tense movement, his eyes burning from the harsh computer glare. A dull ache throbbed behind his temples, exhaustion seeping into his bones. He leaned back in his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose with a weary sigh.
His mind rushed back to his plan to engage with Lara to keep Esme safe. This notion added to his stress. Everything was so messy. The mastermind behind the threats against Esme remained frustratingly elusive. Was it his mother or Colton Smith?
Silas's jaw clenched tight as he recalled his mother paying someone such a large sum of money monthly. Based on her behavior, his suspicion was directed to Victoria. A fresh wave of anger washed over him, contorting his features.
