The Unlikely Day Off

Amara stood at the edge of the Lyselle estate's vast gardens, coffee mug in hand, gazing at the perfectly trimmed hedges and immaculate flower beds. It was rare for her to have a day without meetings, strategy sessions, or thinly veiled corporate combat, but here she was completely unburdened.

Or so she thought.

"Amara!" a familiar voice boomed from the house. Felix strolled out onto the patio, his hair disheveled and his usual smirk firmly in place. "What are you doing out here? Meditating? Plotting world domination?"

Amara sighed, sipping her coffee. "Neither. Just enjoying the peace while it lasts."

Felix arched a brow. "Peace? In this family? Bold claim."

Before she could respond, her phone buzzed on the garden table. Amara glanced at the screen and groaned. It was a text from Richard Croft.

Croft: We need to discuss the Aurora deal again. Call me.

"Speak of the devil," she muttered, tossing her phone back onto the table.