Into the Fray
I sat in the living room, glancing at the clock, anxiously waiting for Sam. He'd been out since morning, and worry was beginning to creep in as minutes dragged by. Jacob entered, looking equally concerned.
"Miss Bella," Jacob said, hesitating. "I've been trying to reach Mr. Sam, but there's been no response. With the family meeting starting soon… maybe I should go check on him at the office."
"Please do, Jacob," I replied, worrying now gnawing at my heart. As he headed out, I tried calling Sam again, but there was no answer.
Time crawled, and with each passing second, the silence around me felt heavier. Finally, I heard a car pull into the driveway, and relief washed over me. But instead of Sam, Jonathan stepped out, holding a leather briefcase in one hand.
"Miss Bella, I brought the file Sam asked for," he greeted, pausing when he noticed my anxious expression. "Is he not back yet?"
