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When Mia finally retreated upstairs after lunch and other appointments for the day, the house returned to its usual rhythm. Melissa watched her disappear up the staircase before turning back toward the sitting room. The folders Clara had left behind were neatly stacked now, the chairs pushed back into place, the room looking as though the meeting had never happened. Melissa picked up her tablet, glancing briefly at the notes she had made. Then she closed it. There was something else she needed to do. Something she had been instructed to do from the very beginning. She left the sitting room and walked down the main hallway with steady, practiced steps. Her shoes made almost no sound against the polished floors as she moved deeper into the house, toward a wing that most of the staff rarely entered. Max’s study was at the far end. The door was partially open. Melissa paused only long enough to knock softly before pushing it open. Max was seated behind his desk. The room was d

The walk back upstairs felt longer than it ever had before. Mia stepped out of the dark room first, the dim hallway lights suddenly feeling far too bright after the suffocating darkness inside. Her eyes adjusted slowly as her mind raced, her pulse still pounding loudly in her ears. Max’s words echoed relentlessly. You might discover things you won’t survive knowing. She swallowed hard. Well that was why she was here in the first place, but she had to survive one way or another. Without another word, she started walking. The hallway stretched ahead of her, but she could feel it the unmistakable presence behind her. Heavy, controlled footsteps followed at a steady distance. Max. He wasn’t rushing or speaking. But he was there and Mia could feel it with every step she took. Her stomach twisted. Was he escorting her back… or watching her? She kept her gaze forward, refusing to look back even though every nerve in her body screamed to check. Her bare feet moved a

Max’s office was silent except for the soft ticking of the clock mounted on the far wall. Morning light filtered through the tall windows behind his desk, casting long streaks of pale gold across the polished floor. The room carried the same atmosphere it always did, everything perfectly arranged, nothing out of place. Max sat behind his desk, flipping through a stack of documents. To anyone walking in, he looked completely normal. Focused, calm and working. But Scott knew better. Scott had been working with Max for years, long enough to recognize when something was different. And this morning something definitely was. Scott stood near the side table, a tablet in his hand as he reviewed the morning schedule. He had already updated Max about several meetings and handled three phone calls on his behalf, but his attention kept drifting back to the man behind the desk. Max hadn’t spoken much since arriving. Which wasn’t unusual. But there was a quiet tension in the room that h