Chapter 9

The three women walked side by side down the vaulted hallway, their footsteps clicking rhythmically against the polished oak parquet flooring.
A subtle US flag stood proudly on a mahogany side table near the library entrance, its crisp folds illuminated by the amber glow of wall sconces.
"The man is an absolute control freak wrapped in an expensive Italian suit," Clara muttered, smoothing out her ruby red silk dress with sharp movements.
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"He is an industrialist protecting a multi-billion-dollar legacy, Clara; every test has a calculated psychological purpose," Elena countered coolly.
Sophie remained silent, her hands resting quietly at her sides as she stared at the heavy double doors of the private library ahead.