The days passed in a rhythmic blur, and Esme returned to her routine. The Aron brothers went back to their work, and everything seemed almost too normal. But Esme knew better. There was a certain stillness, an ominous calm that hung over her like a shadow waiting to pounce. She could feel it creeping closer, and deep down, she knew something was coming.
Four days later, Esme was seated in her office, the familiar hum of her workspace lulling her into a state of concentration. She was scanning a document when the phone on her desk rang abruptly. The sharp tone cut through the air, drawing her attention. She glanced at the caller ID. Ismail.
Esme reached for the phone, her fingers moving gracefully as she lifted the receiver to her ear. "Yes?" Her voice was composed, as always.
"President," Ismail began, his tone careful, "the Valhalla Group CEO is here to meet with you."
