The knock came again, more insistent this time, and I looked up to see a young man in a navy suit standing at the door. « Ms. Thompson? » he asked, his voice steady and professional. « Yes, that’s me, » I replied, folding the letter and slipping it back into the envelope. « Can I help you with something? » He hesitated for a moment, as though weighing his words carefully. « I was told you might have received something that belongs to our client. It’s important that it doesn’t leave the premises. » I studied his face, searching for any hint of what might lie beneath his composed exterior. « It’s just some paperwork, » I replied, keeping my tone neutral. « But I understand the importance of confidentiality. » The man nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response. « I appreciate your cooperation, Ms. Thompson. If you could just leave the envelope here, I will ensure it’s returned to its rightful owner. » His request was polite, yet there was an unmistakable edge to his words, a reminder of the delicate power dance we were both engaged in.
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