Bentley sat at his mahogany desk, sunlight streaming through the large windows of his study, casting a soft glow on the polished wood surface. The quiet hum of the afternoon filled the room as he worked, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the keys of his laptop. Nearby, Nova sat on the plush armchair, engrossed in a book, her feet tucked beneath her, enjoying the peaceful silence that stretched between them.
Bentley muttered to himself, barely above a whisper, “Task number one accomplished.”
Nova's ears perked up at his words, her curiosity piqued. She closed her book gently and set it aside, her attention now fully on him. "Task number one?" she repeated, a light furrow forming between her brows. "What did you accomplish? And what’s task number two?"
Bentley leaned back in his leather
