Bentley sat alone in his dimly lit home office, the silence of the night punctuated only by the soft hum of his laptop. The room was bathed in a faint blue glow from the screen, casting long shadows across the walls lined with bookshelves.
Papers, files, and coffee cups were scattered across his mahogany desk, evidence of the long hours he had spent grappling with the complications that had arisen over the past week.
Nova had gone to Franco and Chloe’s place, a decision Bentley had made to give her a break from the chaos and to allow himself some space to process the tangled mess they were embroiled in. There was so much to do with so little time, and so he thought it was best for him to start solving the situations one after the other.
Bentley’s focus was on Austin’s predicament-- the
