The knock on the library door was firm yet restrained, interrupting Marco's focused gaze on the documents scattered across his oak desk.
Without lifting his head, he adjusted his wristwatch and called out, "Come in."
He expected Lucia’s familiar face to peek in, but instead, Delilah stepped through the doorway. Her soft smile and composed demeanor instantly filled the room.
"Hi," she greeted, her voice light and inviting.
Marco leaned back in his chair, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Hi."
Delilah closed the door gently behind her and walked further in. "I came to check up on you. How’s it going?"
"Great," Marco replied, though his tone lacked conviction. He glanced at his wristwatch again and frowned. "Except that Lucia was supposed to be here by now to assist me, but she’s not
