Ezra sat, enjoying the sunlight streaming through the window as he read the paper.
James Harlow's upcoming ball was all any news outlet could talk about. Their entertainment sections all speculated on who would be invited and who would be snubbed.
Some were even speculating on the outfits that would be on display on that day.
He sipped from his cup, coffee this time, chuckling at it all.
Right now, he was relaxing. There was no need to stress himself anymore.
He now had an oracle on his side to help him unravel the mystery. Like all oracles, it didn't speak plainly and preferred to make things harder than it should be.
He chuckled to himself. That was a good joke.
He sipped his coffee.
The future Connell hadn't made an appearance since the time they'd spoken at his office two days ago.
But he wasn't worried. She wouldn't be absent if the world was at stake. When she arrives, they'll discuss the plan.
