Timmy left the office quietly, leaving Samuel alone with his thoughts. The silence settled heavily around him, amplifying the ticking of the clock on the wall. Each second that passed felt like another reminder of how delicate his situation had become.
Samuel knew Walter Cain was cunning, a master of discretion who only played his cards when absolutely necessary. Cain was someone who would exploit any vulnerability, whether it belonged to a business rival or a former ally. If he was truly connected to Marlo, Samuel had every reason to be cautious.
His thoughts drifted to James, that haunting resemblance Timmy had seen in Marlo's face the night before. Was it really possible that James was out there, alive? Could he have somehow survived all those years without a trace? The thought unsettled him, not only because of what it might mean for Zinnia but also for everything Samuel had fought for.