As the hours dragged on, Samuel remained glued to his desk, his brow furrowed as he sifted through document after document.
The clock ticked loudly in the silence of the office, each passing minute amplifying his frustration. Half of his mind wrestled with the paperwork while the other half drifted back to Zinnia.
He pictured her laughing with Lily, perhaps grabbing coffee or wandering through a trendy boutique. That image brought a rare smile to his face, but it quickly faded, replaced by the dark reality of the threats lurking around them. He shook his head, trying to push away the worry creeping in.
A knock on the door broke his concentration. Timmy stepped inside, carrying a file that looked thicker than usual.
"Sir," he said, placing the folder on Samuel's desk. "These are the most recent financial reports you asked for. And there's something else."
Samuel raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. "What is it?"