"Young madam," James's voice rang through the phone, cutting through the quiet hum of Sophie's new office. She swirled slowly in her seat, her eyes momentarily lost in thought as she absorbed the words. There was a tension in her posture, but her expression remained carefully neutral.
"Have you found him?" she asked, her voice low but laced with urgency. The seriousness in her tone was unmistakable, yet there was a trace of something more—familiarity, perhaps, or the weight of history.
"Yes, young madam. He is currently with Dian," James responded evenly, though his words sent a bolt of fear through Sophie. Her grip tightened on the armrest, knuckles turning white as her heart skipped a beat.
