Chapter 19
A sharp knock echoed through the quiet study, followed by the hesitant opening of the heavy mahogany office door.
Her personal estate manager stepped inside, holding a silver tray bearing a single, heavily sealed manila courier envelope.
"This was dropped off at the front security gate ten minutes ago by an unregistered courier service, ma'am," the manager reported respectfully.
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Vanessa took the envelope, noting the thick wax seal stamped with an unfamiliar, stylized crest resembling an inverted crown.
"Thank you, Thomas; that will be all for tonight," she dismissed him with a subtle wave of her perfectly manicured hand.
