Unwanted Company and Whispers

The restaurant's soft lighting couldn't mask the tension that crackled through the air when Elara stepped through the entrance with Julian. She had hoped for a peaceful dinner after their hectic day, but fate had other plans.

"Ms. Vance, Mr. Croft! What a pleasant coincidence."

Elara recognized that voice immediately. Alistair Dubois stood before them, flanked by members of the Shaw family. His smile didn't reach his eyes.

"Mr. Dubois," Julian acknowledged coolly. "I wasn't aware you frequented this establishment."

"Oh, we're regulars," Alistair replied, his gaze fixed on Elara. "Perhaps you'd care to join us? We have plenty of room at our table."

Julian placed a protective hand on Elara's back. "Thank you for the invitation, but we have a reservation."

"Surely we can accommodate two more," Mrs. Shaw interjected, her smile equally practiced. "Business discussions over dinner can be so productive."