The next day...
The morning was like any other at Vintage Cellar, the faint hum of activity filling the corridors as employees moved about their duties. Aurora Swift sat in her office, reviewing some documents when a soft knock came at the door.
"Come in," she said without looking up.
Her assistant, Linda, stepped inside, carrying a sealed envelope. "Ma'am, a letter came for you. It's from Director Olivia."
Aurora's brows furrowed in mild surprise. Olivia? What could she possibly want from her?
Aurora took the envelope, nodding in dismissal. As Linda exited the office, she turned the letter over in her hands, debating whether to open it.
With a deep breath, she broke the seal and unfolded the crisp paper inside.
Her eyes scanned the words carefully.