Natalie's pov
"Has the shipment arrived?" Joey's voice reverberated in my head.
Once again, he sounded just like he always does. Cold and efficient.
“...was an issue,” Tristan's voice came out faint, missing some words. I leaned in closer, trying to hold my breath.
Shipment?
The exact word I'd seen written across the papers inside the mysterious folder.
My pulse slammed against my ribs.
Joey didn't respond immediately. I could feel the tension, amidst the creaking of drawers and lockers.
“I knew you weren't fit to take control of the shipments. Where is your father?” Joey spoke again, asking like he was discussing the weather.
Even while reprimanding, his voice didn't change, it was still the same cold tone.
“It was just a minor issue, sir. A little hitch at the port,” Tristan
