The faint sound of a voice carried through the thick office door.
"Come in," it said, calm and commanding, leaving no room for hesitation.
Tessa, standing at the door, gave a small nod to Watts before pushing it open with practiced ease. She stepped inside first, holding the door open for him as she gestured for him to enter.
Watts walked in, his sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. It was not the grand, ostentatious space he had imagined.
Instead, the office was modest in size, with an understated sophistication.
Its simplicity was almost disarming—neutral tones, sleek furniture, and carefully curated art that blended into the background rather than drawing attention.
Still, there was an odd feeling of depth to it, as though the space contained more than met the eye.
Once Watts stepped fully into the room, Tessa slightly bowed.
