THIRD PERSON POV
The restaurant was quieter now, the laughter fading as the night deepened. Beatrice sat alone in her corner booth, the same drink still untouched before her. Her lips curved into a thin smile as she scrolled through her phone, her mind racing with the opportunity she'd just uncovered.
Instead of messaging Diana, her fingers hovered over another name... Mrs. Camilla Langley.
" Ma'am, there's something important I need to discuss with you. It's urgent." Beatrice texted in a hurry
She barely had time to set the phone down before it buzzed again, an incoming call from the woman herself.
Beatrice straightened, smoothing her blouse and lowering her voice. "Good evening, ma'am."
Camilla's voice came through cold and cutting. "What is the meaning of this nonsense, Beatrice? You bypass Diana to contact me directly? Do you realize what kind of line you just crossed?"
