(Third person’s POV)Ryan stood up, yanked a shirt over his shoulders, and stormed out of the bedroom.The call still echoed in his head.Someone’s digging. Old records. East wing.Lucia?His jaw clenched as he reached the end of the hallway.How dare she?He threw open the study door, eyes sweeping the room. The air was still, but something was off. The desk drawer.. thatdrawer.. was open an inch wider than he’d left it.He moved straight to it, pulled it open.The file had shifted. Papers slightly bent. The edge not flush.He gritted his teeth, slammed the drawer shut.“LUCIA!” His voice boomed through the wing, sharp enough to cut air.No response.He turned, anger boiling over.“Isla!” he barked.Within seconds, Isla came rushing down the hallway, hair slightly out of place, hands trembling at her sides.“Yes.. yes, sir?”Ryan didn’t yell at first. His voice dropped low, cold. “Who was in this room?”Isla coughs.. “I.. I don’t know,” she said too quickly.He took a step forward. “
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