The study at Bellemere was quiet, save for the faint tick of the grandfather clock against the far wall.
Afternoon light streamed through the tall windows, painting golden bars across the dark oak shelves filled with books and documents.
Liam sat behind the wide mahogany desk, his fingers drumming lightly against the polished surface as he studied the man in front of him.
Daniel Conley sat upright in the visitor's chair, his posture immaculate, his expression steady but with the faintest trace of resolve, anticipation, and even nerves.
"Just to confirm," Liam said, his tone calm but edged with curiosity, "you're accepting my offer?"
"Yes, Mr. Scott," Daniel replied without hesitation. His voice was clear and measured. "I want to work for you and build something extraordinary with my own hands."
