The morning sun slipped through the wide glass windows of Julia Augustine’s mansion, painting gold streaks across the marble floor.
Sarah stood at the door to her private study, summoned without warning. She knocked lightly.
“Come in,” Julia’s voice called out.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of classical music. Books lined the walls, and behind the mahogany desk sat Julia, her glasses perched halfway on her nose.
She looked up as Sarah entered, motioning for her to sit.
Sarah’s heart thudded quietly as she took her seat. Julia rarely called her to the study unless it was something serious.
“I hope you slept well,” Julia began, closing the file in front of her.
“I did, Mrs. Augustine. Thank you,” Sarah replied carefully.
Julia leaned back, studying her for a moment bef
