Not long after Robert arrived, parked his car swiftly, and walked in with a purpose. He didn't stop at the host stand. He didn't look around. The staff knew him, and none dared to block his path. He went straight to the hallway that led to Abigail's private office. His footsteps were firm, echoing through the corridor like a man on a mission.
Inside the office, however, a different kind of energy filled the air.
Abigail and Victoria were seated across from each other on either side of a glass table. Their posture was tense, their eyes darting, their fingers restless. A deep silence had settled in between them, only broken by the occasional tapping of Abigail's perfectly manicured fingers against the armrest of her chair. Something had gone wrong, and they both felt it.
Suddenly, Victoria let out a loud, annoyed sigh one that practically shook the silence.
