After ending the call, Desmond sighed heavily. His expression unreadable as he gazed into the distance. A mixture of frustration and anxiety coursed through his vein. Reluctantly, he turned on his heel, ready to leave the study, but then something caught his eye.
On one of the upper shelves, neatly pla nced but partly hidden behind other files, was a package. Its appearance was different. The file was bound in expensive leather, its surface decorated with intricate carvings and delicate golden patterns. It looked old and important and could easily perhaps pass as a secret.
Desmond's curiosity got the better of him.
He stepped closer and gently pulled it out. The weight of it confirmed his suspicion—it wasn't just any ordinary document. Something about the placement, the condition, and the effort taken to protect it made it feel like it held more power than any conversation he could have had.
