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antically searched through Oliver's digital f

encrypted folder labeled "Nightingale." Attempt

are for a lunch meeting and decode this cryptic re

the lion's den; it felt like be

ne buzzed. It was

journey to the house? Do you m

led. Joyce's enthusiasm was a small ra

t. Yes, I met him. And his very..

the Nightingale file. Maybe Eleanor could help with the p

er with a tech startup. Emily meticulously organized the financial projec

she had a nea

he disastrous image of Joyce's "puddle" flashed in her mind, making her chuckle.

iver's study and

it. Emily observed him, a strange mix of curiosity and trepidation swirling

so a weariness in the lines around his eyes that hinted

ed his attention to her, h

docum

," Emily said, hand

his brow furrowing slightly bef

his face, and Emily felt a tiny spark of satis

stated, standing up. "Vivi

ked through the opulent mansion, she couldn't help but fe

ier was waiting. The chauffeur opened the doo

, a small crack in his oth

as now engrossed in his phone. He seemed completely oblivious to her presenc

t. The maître d' greeted Oliver by name and led them to a seclud

n with him outside of the initial,

ing Emily's heart flutter slightly despite herself. "My mother seems to think y

e. "I am organized, efficient, and I pay attent

on. A valuable commodity in my dictionary. Tell

moment. Should she b

bilities, Mr. Williams. There seems to be a level of

nd. "Ambiguity is often a deliberate tool,

t Emily couldn't quite de

or their food, Oliver asked her a few more questions a

and directly. There was a sharp intelligence behind his probi

is reassignment, Miss Chen?"

tell him that his mother had practic

opportunity to broaden my skills and contribu

or broaden while being st

le. "A challenge. Interesting. Be careful what you wish f

the conversation shifted

al insights proving valuable. Oliver listened attentively, occasiona

her first real encounter with Oliver Williams. He was intimidating, yes, but also surprisingly eng

decided to tackle the myste

et,but she needs to know wha

anor dusting

Eleanor in the house,is sh

lked t

e password for Mr. Williams's encr

iss Chen, I wouldn't know that. Mr. Wil

d internall

ce leaving Eleanor,who w

computer ticked c

le file,maybe she might know if she talk it a

safe for

e say she's

nclude

ode to adhere to and a "Nightingale" t

to know who the Shadow wolf is too,she planned

t she was about to step into a world far more intricate and emotionally charge

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er onto the table, her choppy gold hair flying with the force of

ding toward the fridge. "Wouldn't

ot back, mock anger in her eyes. "Just ad

grinned, grabbing a bottl

Aurora snapped, stil

tation, floated over from the plush armchair where she

nt of

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er, and Aurora's

Sophie muttered, adjusting h

picking up her phone. It's mes

hang out like old times? C

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he phone with

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the mirror of her temporary office. "D

l necklace, and sensible heels, trying to ignore

e USB , was tucked s

he mysterious "Shadow Wolf" in a dimly lit

able, the uniformed maid, was p

Chen," Mrs. Gable sa

Gable," Emily replie

as engrossed in his phone. His tailored dark suit screamed bil

ams," Emily said, trying

ting hers, but his mind was elsewhere. "Miss

," Emily replied, hoping her o

on to his phone. "Don't forget to lock up."

de waiting for him out si

t out a

he house to the lo

in the Nightingale file not like she

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