As much as her instincts screamed at her to act quickly, she forced herself to think. Was this a threat? A warning? Her mind raced with questions, but there was no time to dwell on them. Her next steps had to be calculated.
With a sharp motion, Esme reached for the small brass bell perched on her desk, tapping it firmly. Its high-pitched ring pierced through the stillness of the room. Within moments, the door swung open, and Helga, her ever-efficient secretary, appeared, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.
"You called, ma'am?" Helga asked, her professional demeanor never wavering, though she sensed the tension radiating from Esme.
"Yes," Esme nodded, her voice tight but controlled. She grabbed her phone and held it out to Helga. "I need you to trace this number immediately. Find out who sent this message and where it came from." Her eyes narrowed, voice dropping. "And I want results fast."
