Tyler stood firmly, his back straight, head level as Ashley kept her gaze averted.
They had not met, physically, since their last encounter almost a month prior. And had only spoken or interacted for official matters over the phone or in writing after the near-fatal dinner party to host Lord Henry Kramer, an incident that remained unknown to the public.
He stepped forward, toward Raymond.
“Why?” he asked the younger man carefully.
Raymond turned from Tyler to Ashley.
“Ashley has something to tell you,” he stated evenly, his voice low.
Tyler already knew that Raymond’s office was not being surveilled. Ashley’s was, and so was his. To intentionally want to meet him on Belarnt property, but in Raymond’s office, spoke volumes.
What was even louder was the absence of the two stooges.
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