Elara's POV
Ivy’s heels clicked softly as she approached my desk, stopping a respectful distance away. She carried a sleek black tablet against her chest, posture straight, expression professional.
“Everything is prepared, Miss Rhodes,” she said gently. “Just as you instructed.” My fingers continued moving across the keyboard — unhurried, deliberate — the soft rhythm echoing through the room.
I didn’t answer immediately. Silence has power.
And I know exactly how to use it.
I finished typing the last line before lifting my gaze to her.Calm.Measured.Unreadable.
“Is it precise?” I asked. “Not close… not approximate… exact.”
Ivy nodded once.
“Yes, ma’am. Every detail aligns with your specifications. I’ll forward the final address as soon as the other party confirms.”
A faint pause.
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