"She left?" Orion’s voice was low, controlled, but the tension beneath the words was unmistakable. He didn’t turn from the documents in front of him. He had just returned from a few days business trip and hadn’t even stopped at the mansion—straight to the office, straight to work.
Chris stood a few paces behind him, posture rigid, his usual composed demeanor unwavering. "The office we prepared for her isn’t fully finished yet. Just minor interior details remain before she can move in." His tone was measured, factual—but the weight of the unspoken lingered between them.
A pause. Then, deliberately, Chris added, "But she didn’t go back to the mansion."
That finally pulled Orion’s attention away from the documents spread across his desk. His fingers stilled on the edge of a contract, his j
