The morning light spilled softly across the glass walls of the study, reflecting off polished wood and the muted gleam of brass fixtures.
A faint breeze drifted in through the open window, carrying with it the faint scent of dew and roses from the gardens below.
Daniel was already seated behind his desk when Liam entered.
The private banker's usually unshakable composure was fraying at the edges. His steps were measured but heavy, and his expression carried the look of a man who'd spent the entire night awake, trying to rationalize something irrational.
Liam noticed it immediately. He gave a small smile and took his seat.
"Good morning, Daniel."
"Good morning, sir. I trust you've had a good night."
"I did. Though I suspect you didn't," Liam said lightly.
"You could say that," Daniel gave a small, humorless chuckle.
"You've seen the videos," Liam said.
Daniel nodded once, then sighed, his shoulders sinking slightly.
