Reuben’s POV
I leaned back in my chair, letting the soft glow of the desk lamp cast long shadows across the room. The air smelled faintly of old wood and leather, the familiar scent grounding me as I drummed my fingers on the armrest. My phone buzzed on the table beside me, the name flashing across the screen bringing a slow, satisfied smile to my lips.
“Miriam,” I answered smoothly, my voice low and calm.
“It’s done,” she said without preamble, her voice clipped and professional. Miriam was always efficient, and that’s why I trusted her with this delicate task.
“Tell me everything,” I said, leaning forward now, my focus sharpening.
She hesitated for a moment, the faint sound of the car’s engine humming in the background. “The timing was perfect. Lila was busy, probably chasing after
