I stepped into Sebastian's spacious office, my heart hammering against my ribs. The morning sun streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting dust motes dancing in the air. Sebastian sat behind his massive desk, his attention focused on documents before him. He looked up when I entered, his stern expression immediately softening.
"Hazel," he greeted, rising to his feet. "Please, make yourself comfortable."
His secretary bustled around, straightening papers and removing empty coffee cups. I perched awkwardly on the edge of a leather chair, clutching my purse in my lap.
"Will you need anything else, Mr. Sinclair?" the secretary asked.
"That will be all, Vanessa," Sebastian replied.
She nodded and left, closing the door with a soft click.
