the meeting

Elijah's personal assistant, Mr. Ray, knocked on the door and entered the office. "Sir, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have some urgent news."

Elijah looked up from his desk, his brow furrowed. "What is it, Mr. Ray?"

"There's been a development in the Wright case, sir. I think you should take a look at this." Mr. Ray handed Elijah a file, which he opened and began to read. His eyes widened as he took in the information. "This changes everything," he said, his voice low and grave.

"We need to take action immediately," Elijah continued. "This could have serious consequences for the company if we don't act fast."

Mr. Ray nodded. "I'll make the necessary arrangements, sir. I'll get everything set up for you."

Elijah nodded, his mind racing as he tried to figure out the best course of action. "Thank you, Mr. Ray. I appreciate your help."

Mr. Ray bowed slightly and left the office, closing the door behind him. Elijah was left alone with his thoughts, his mind still reeling from the news he had just received. He knew that he had to go for the meeting

Elijah knew that the only way to handle the situation was to travel to Paris. He would have to meet with the other parties involved, and try to find a solution. But the thought of going to Paris filled him with dread. It was the last place he wanted to be, but he knew he had no choice. He would have to face his past, and the memories that it held.

He got up from his desk and walked to the window, looking out at the city skyline. The sight of the Eiffel Tower in the distance filled him with a mixture of emotions. He had so many memories of Paris, both good and beautiful

Alexia entered the office, carrying a file folder. She paused when she saw Elijah at the window, his back to her. She cleared her throat softly, not wanting to startle him. "Sir? I have the reports you requested."

Elijah turned around, startled to see her there. "Oh, Alexia. I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in."

Alexia smiled slightly. "No worries, sir. I just wanted to drop these off for you." She held out the file folder.

Elijah took it from her, his hand brushing against hers. "Thank you, Alexia

"I'd like you to come with me to Paris for the meeting this Saturday," Elijah said, his voice low and even. "I think your expertise will be invaluable."

Alexia hesitated, unsure of how to respond. She knew she couldn't go to Paris, not with everything that had happened there. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid I'm not available on Saturday. I have prior commitments."

Elijah's expression was inscrutable. "I see. I'm sorry to hear that."

Alexia felt a wave of guilt. She hated having to lie to him, but she knew she had to