Sofia stood just outside Augustine's office door, her fingers subconsciously clasping and unclasping the strap of her purse. He had asked her to meet him—a rare occurrence that filled her with a fragile, trembling hope.
Flinn exited the office just then, his shirt clinging to his back with sweat, his face pale and worn. He looked like he'd just stepped out of a battlefield.
"Hello, Madam. I'm sorry you had to wait," he said, offering a soft, apologetic smile.
"It's fine," Sofia said with a polite nod, brushing off his concern. "Is he free now?"
"He's not… entirely. But he said speaking to you was important. You can go in." Flinn pushed the door open for her.
Sofia stepped into the room, her heels clicking softly on the marble floor. Augustine was hunched over a file, flipping through
