Later that evening, Sylvie was curled up on her bed, scrolling aimlessly through her phone, when a knock sounded on her door.
"Miss Sylvie?" a voice called from the front of her door. She stood up and went to open the door
"Mr. Wilfred asked that you come downstairs."
She paused, frowning slightly. Her father rarely summoned her like that. Setting her phone aside, she walked out of the room. The worker gave her a brief nod and stepped aside, waiting as she followed her down the stairs.
Cole was in the living room, standing near the doorway with a little travel bag beside him. He looked composed, already dressed like someone who was on his way out.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked.
"Yes," he replied. "I just wanted to inform you that I’ll be going for a short business trip."
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