Sophie could barely contain herself. Her mind was already painting a picture of Cole noticing her, taking her hand as they shared a private moment. Everything was finally falling into place.
But just as the euphoria reached its peak, the butler returned—this time more hesitant, his face pale.
"What now?" Sullivan snapped, irritated by the interruption.
The butler held out another envelope, its stark amber lettering standing in contrast to the gold seal of the last one. "This . . . was also delivered, sir. It bears the insignia of Blackthorn & Kingsley International."
The entire room froze.
Sophia's brow furrowed. "Blackthorn & Kingsley? Aren't they—"
"The most prestigious law firm in the world," Sullivan finished in a tight voice, his face suddenly pale. His hands trembled slightly as he took the envelope, tearing it open with uncharacteristic clumsiness.
