The click of Scarlett's heels on the polished office floor lingered in the air long after she had departed. Her parting words echoed in my mind like a cryptic melody. "I have a decision to make now."
What decision? What made it more unnerving was that her decision, likely about Stella, would be riding on my confession. What had I just done?
Before I could delve deeper into Scarlett’s motivations, my office phone erupted with a series of urgent calls. Work demanded my attention, dragging me away from the puzzle Scarlett had laid at my feet.
Hours slipped by, marked by the perpetual tick-tock of the clock on my wall. The office gradually grew quiet as the day waned, but my thoughts remained turbulent, swirling with questions I couldn't articulate.
Relief washed over me when Timothy appea
