Esme's office was quiet, filled only with the soft tapping of her keyboard as she worked late into the evening. Since the power shift in the Aron Group, her responsibilities had grown exponentially, and with the second aunt's influence waning, Esme's own authority had begun to cement itself in the corporate structure. Though she was thriving professionally, her personal life seemed to fade into the background as she spent most of her time consumed by work.
Her phone rang unexpectedly, breaking the silence. Esme had made it clear to everyone that she didn't want to be disturbed during her working hours, especially not in the evenings. She sighed in irritation, feeling the tension in her shoulders tighten as she reached for the phone.
Without glancing at the caller ID, she answered brusquely, "Hello?" Her tone held a sharp edge, warning whoever was on the other end that she was not in the mood for interruptions.
