The first thing Andrew saw upon coming down the stairs was his little brother's hand gently resting on Anne's arm. There was a reassuring look in the young man's eyes that held gentleness.
Andrew suddenly stopped in his tracks, something hot slowly trailing through his veins. It churned in an annoyingly burning temperature into a rage that wanted to burst forth if he wasn't painstakingly controlling it.
He hadn't come down for dinner because he had a very important conference call that he couldn't miss, and it was set at a later time in the day due to the time difference with the company's partners in Switzerland.
He'd only just ended the call when a maid had knocked at his door with an urgency that annoyed him.
"What?" He'd snapped in the maid's face, who quivered in fear, lowering her head before answering hastily.
"That... something of yours has been stolen, and we've caught the thief."
His brows pulled together.
"What was stolen?"
