The next day at Ryan’s Estate Company, Nora sat firmly in her swivel chair, buried beneath stacks of business proposals that demanded her signature and scrutiny. Her fingers gripped a pen tightly, hovering over a document as she scanned its dense lines, weighing each clause carefully.
Suddenly, the office door opened softly, and Emma stepped in, her smile bright and contagious.
“Good morning, Miss Nora,” Emma greeted cheerfully, holding back a giggle. “You have a visitor waiting. Shall I let him in?”
Nora didn’t look up, her eyes still locked on the papers before her. “Yeah, Emma,” she replied curtly, her voice clipped but polite. She didn’t want to break her rhythm now.
Emma grinned to herself as she closed the door behind her. She admired Nora’s unwavering dedication, the same seriou
