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d be a source of insight, a cautious ally in this maze of secrets. The air was cool and the polished surfaces reflected her figure like a distorted mirror. She found Lara in a small, meticulously organized office tucked away near Adrian's study. The space was bright, filled with natural light that filtered through a nearby window, casting gentle shadows on the neatly arranged bookshelves and the polished desk. As she paused by the door, she scanned the room, taking in the details-the framed photographs of happy moments, the carefully stacked papers, and the vibrant potted plants that added a touch of life to the otherwise professional setting. Each element seemed to tell a story, but her mind was too preoccupied to appreciate them fully. A nagging thought crept into her mind: What if Lara was just as loyal to Adrian as Miss Florence had been, only better at concealing her true feelings? The possibility sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a swirl of doubt and anxiety within her. The tension between them could be more than mere rivalry; it could be a battle for Adrian's affections-a contest she wasn't sure she could win. Caught in this turmoil, she wrestled with the urge to retreat to the safety of her room, where she could bury herself in her thoughts and avoid confrontation. But something deeper urged her to press forward, to confront whatever lay ahead. With a deep breath, she made her decision. She stepped into the office, determined to face whatever truth awaited her, ready to navigate the complexities of her feelings and the relationships that seemed so fragile. "Lara, can I speak with you?" She asked in a soft tone. When Lara looked up, her sharp focused eyes behind her glasses, settled on Sophia. "Mrs. Drake, Of course. Please, come in." She gestured to a comfortable chair opposite address. Feeling glad and hopeful, she quickly walked into the office space. The chair was surprisingly soft, a small comfort. "Thank you. I know you must be really busy. But can I speak with you on something really urgent?" Lara smiled. "Alright. I'm all ears." "Miss Florence spilled coffee on my dress this morning. She was not remorseful." She watched Lara's face closely for any sign of recognition or sympathy, any crack in her professional cover. Lara's eyes gleamed in concern. Are you all right? Was it very hot? I am sorry to hear that." "I am fine," Sophia said, a little surprised by the genuine concern in Lara's voice. It was a small, unexpected warmth. "But it wasn't just the coffee. It was her attitude. She seemed.. hostil