“Mr. Arthur Sterling is demanding,” Carmen explained. “Perfect punctuality, impeccable organization, and absolute discretion. Never interrupt him during an important call.”
Arthur Sterling’s office was exactly what Sophie expected: elegant, sober, and intimidating. A man of fifty-three was signing documents without looking up. His bespoke suit screamed power. When he finally raised his eyes, Sophie felt an inexplicable chill. His eyes were gray, piercing, and curiously sad.
“Ms. Miller,” he said in a deep voice. “Sit down. Your resume is modest, but your university references are excellent. I hope to see that dedication here.”
“I won’t let you down, sir.”
Arthur began explaining her duties, but Sophie’s focus shattered. Her eyes caught something on his desk that stole her breath. In an elegant silver frame rested a faded photograph: a four-year-old girl in a white dress holding a sunflower.
It was her.
The world stopped. It was the same white lace dress her mother kept in a box. The same sunflower she had picked in the park. The photo was identical to the one her mother treasured, down to the small coffee stain on the corner.