Esme's pulse quickened as she held the precious box in her hands, a weighty responsibility settling upon her shoulders. Leo's words lingered in her mind, echoing with a sense of urgency and caution. This set held not just monetary value, but also the reputation and integrity of the company.
Esme gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white, as she navigated the city streets toward the office. Her mind buzzed with nervous energy, her gaze moving to the box on the passenger seat. She desired to check the set and see what it looked like, but she hesitated. She recalled Leo's warning to be careful about it. The responsibility felt like a tangible weight pressing down on her shoulders.
"I'll keep it with me until Silas comes to the office," she murmured. Her hands, slick with nervous sweat, clutched the steering wheel tighter.
