Thalassa returned to her secretary's office, searching through drawers, desks, and every nook and cranny, but she couldn't find the necklace anywhere.
Betty, her co-worker, had already clocked out half an hour ago.
Thalassa was left alone in the office, her eyebrows furrowed.
Suddenly, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and saw Lysander's name flashing on the screen.
She felt a sudden heat rush through her fingers and nearly dropped the phone before she managed to steady her grip. Staring at Lysander's name on the screen with the options to answer or hang up blinking below, Thalassa's heart pounded in rhythm with the ringing.
With trembling fingers, she swiped to answer.
"Hello?" She tried to keep her voice steady, hiding the panic that was threatening to spill over.
"Come down." Lysander's voice, low and demanding, left no room for discussion.
Thalassa's breath hitched. "You're downstairs at my office?" She asked.
"What do you think?" Lysander's rhetorical question was oppressive and the tension was palpable even through the phone.
"I'll be right down." Thalassa quickly responded. She ended the call and rushed to the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor.
She stepped out of the building and immediately spotted a sleek black Rolls-Royce parked in front of the entrance; its polished surface was gleaming luxuriously under the sun.
As Thalassa approached, the window of the backseat rolled down to reveal Lysander's handsome and poised face.
His deep gaze met hers, his expression stoic and imposing.
Thalassa looked into his oceanic eyes; her heart, which had been pounding so hard, felt like it was slowing down.
She arrived at the car and bowed her head slightly, not daring to speak.
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