"Celebratory envelope?" Ryan paused at that. He didn't know one was delivered to him. Usually, all the invites and notes like that are sent to the Foster Residence and her mother took care of them. Why would suddenly soone send it to his place.
Zenith humd, explaining. "Yes, the red one that cos with a note card inside." She paused briefly and then added. "It seems like soone has kept it here for you. It has your na and …"
Her voice trailed off as if she was trying to look for sothing else.
"And?" Ryan probed.
"And there is the sender's na at the bottom," she said as she read further. "It says 'Winslow'."
Ryan halted at that na. He didn't need ti or any energy to recognize that na. He has that na constantly on his mind recently.
When Zenith didn't hear him, she thought she wasn't being clear enough. Hence, she reiterated, "The sender goes with the na Winslow. That's quite a unique na as we have never heard it often. Sir, do you know soone with that na?"
She asked, skeptical. If her boss wouldn't know anyone, it would only an two things. Either this was anonymously sent and could impose threat to her boss, or maybe she was known and this envelope wasn't for him, which further ans she would have to drop it of at the security desk.
"Sir, you are still there?" Zenith asked again when she didn't hear Ryan confirming even after a mont.
"Zenith," Ryan's voice ca more with a force that startled Zenith on the other wind of the call. She would have affird her presence, but before she could she heard him add, "Leave than envelope inside on the table. I will check it when I return."
"Oh…" Zenith didn't know what changed her boss's mood but she could tell he was grim at that mont. His voice sounded more like a growl and she was so startled that she didn't even grasp her own reaction. Once she did, she composed herself and quickly reacted in a right manner. "Okay, sir. I will take the envelope inside with the files and leave it on the table."
Ryan grunted and after that hung up the call. After he pushed the phone back in his pocket, his facial features hardened while his fingers clenched. Winslows. He didn't need to ask it around anyway. He knew who was looking for him.
***
anwhile, on the other side of the city, at East Serenity Residence, Margaret stared at the old lady who sat in the living hall, looking serious. It's been a while since the call has been hung up, the tension that it stirred hasn't dissipated.
"Madam, it's ti for your dinner. You should get it done so that you can have your dicine in ti," Margaret said, trying her best to make the old woman realize the ti.
Brenda gaze darted to the clock on the wall and her brows furrowed in displeasure. But she didn't say anything. She simply sat that, pondering over sothing.
"Madam —" Margaret thought to try again but before she could even utter a word, Brenda words snapped at her.
"It's fine, if one day I don't take it one ti. I won't die."
Margaret got montarily silent, but then she spoke again, "Madam, you can't do that. The doctor has clearly said that you need to take your ds on ti without missing a day." her words ca so patient and calm, it seed like she had trained herself like that for years.
And it wasn't false. Staying with Breda for all these years, Margaret has trained herself according to her every mood. Now, no matter how badly the old woman chided her or snapped at her, she didn't feel anything. She would handle it with all the world's patience and calmness.
"Margaret —"
Brenda was about to snap once again, but right at that instant, Arwen's voice ca from the entrance, halting her in her phrase.
"Granna!" she spoke softly as she slowly strolled inside the house. "Are you again bullying, Aunt Margaret?"
Brenda hadn't expected Arwen to arrive at this hour, so when she saw her there, she quickly adjusted herself and exchanged a gaze with her assistant to say, "Am I bullying your aunt Margaret?"
Arwen's gaze darted to look at the middle-aged lady and then turning back to her grandmother, she replied, "Yes, if you don't explain then that's how it seems like. I walked in just at the ti when you were about to chide Aunt Margaret."
The old woman rolled her eyes as she gave Arwen a look and said, "If I truly wanted to bully your Aunt Margaret, do you think she would be still standing here with her eyes so dried up?" She scoffed haughtily. "Don't forget who I am?" her lips tugged up in a smirk as she added, "I am Brenda Davies. If I truly cos to bully soone, even his ancestors won't be able to save him or her."
Arwen's lips pursed as she stared at Margaret before shaking her head at the dramatic attitude of her grandmother.
"What?" Breda probed, raising a aningful brow at her. "Am I lying?" She then turned to look at her assistant and narrowed her eyes at her. "Margaret, what do you think? Am I lying?"
Margaret was puzzled for a second but then understanding, she quickly shook her head. "Definitely not, Madam Davies. You have once been known for this skill. How can you be lying?"
Brenda turned back to her granddaughter. "Did you hear that, lass? I have a history. Don't challenge ."
Arwen was speechless … Was she challenging her?
Shaking her head internally, she nodded to her grandmother and then quickly said, "Fine, fine, I won't retort that again. My Granna is the biggest bully the history might have ever seen," she said as she strutted to sit down across from the old lady. "Now that I have accepted it, will you tell what is wrong here? I an why the air in this place feels … so stuffy and suffocating?"
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