Es’s fingers resud their tapping, the rhythm slower this ti. After a long pause, she exhaled softly and lifted her gaze to et Diana’s once more. "Fine," she said at last, her voice as calm and composed as ever. "It’s not a big deal. I’ll co." She allowed a faint smirk to creep onto her face. "But... I’ll need to ask my husband first. After all," she added with a teasing edge, "I’m a daughter-in-law you see."
Relief flooded Diana’s face, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled deeply. "Thank you, Miss Rose. Thank you."
Es gave a curt nod, her mind already wandering to other matters as her fingers resud their quiet tapping on the armrest, the conversation already slipping from her thoughts.
As soon as Diana left the office, the door softly clicking shut behind her, Es’s composed expression shifted into a sly, satisfied smile. Her fingers grazed the armrests as she swung playfully on her chair, letting it twirl with her weight. There was sothing almost childlike in the way she let herself revel in the mont, her earlier cool deanor slipping away.
But then, abruptly, Es gripped the edge of the table to stop the chair’s motion. Her playful smirk faded, replaced by an intense, focused look as her eyes shimred a bright, molten gold. She liked that shift—the feeling of power surging through her. Her movents beca more deliberate, precise. She stood up, eyes scanning the room, every step calculated, as if she were hunting for sothing.
And just as she suspected, she found what she was looking for. Es approached the chair where Diana had been sitting earlier, her eyes narrowing. Slowly, she crouched down, her fingers trailing lightly over the surface of the seat. Then, her eyes landed on the small transmitter, barely visible, tucked against the underside of the table.
A knowing smile curled on Es’s lips. "You never change, do you?" she thought to herself, a mixture of amusent and disdain flickering across her face. Diana, or rather, the Valhalla family, always had their tricks. But Es was never one to be outplayed.
Straightening up, she brushed her hands off and strode back to her desk, her fingers imdiately reaching for her phone. She dialed a number, her golden eyes glowing faintly as she pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello, baby," she purred into the receiver, her voice low and teasing.
On the other side of the line, there was a brief silence, as though Ray was caught off guard. Then, with a warm, affectionate tone, he responded, "Yes, darling. So now you rember us, huh?"
His voice was playful, but laced with that familiar tenderness. Es’s smile deepened, the corners of her lips pulling up as she reclined back in her chair.
"How could I ever forget you?" she replied softly, her tone dipping into sothing both sincere and mischievous. Her fingers lightly drumd against the desk, her eyes flickering towards the transmitter again, knowing full well that this little ga with the Valhallas was far from over.
Es’s voice was a mix of frustration and affection as she spoke into the phone. "I miss you guys so much that I want to just leave this damn office and rush to you."
On the other end, there was a brief silence before Ray’s amused voice replied, " shut up And tell , why did you call, huh?"
Es’s tone was teasing but edged with urgency. "What, now can I not even call my husband?"
Ray’s laughter was brief but genuine. "Okay, okay. Tell what happened."
"You see, baby," Es began, her gaze montarily flicking back to the small transmitter on her desk, its faint red light casting an eerie glow. "Today Miss Valhalla ca by. And as she was talking, her eyes kept darting towards that transmitter. It was almost like she was trying to make a point."
Ray’s tone shifted to seriousness. "Why did those people co for you? What do they want?"
Es shrugged, even though Ray couldn’t see it. "I don’t know much. They just want to attend their engagent party."
Ray’s response was a mixture of disbelief and laughter. "An engagent party? But wasn’t that destroyed by their foolishness?"
Es chuckled, her amusent evident. "I know, right? They’re trying again. But this ti, I’ll be going with you."
The conversation continued for a while, with Es filling Ray in on the mundane details of her day, including what she had eaten and other trivial matters. The tone remained light and playful until she decided it was ti to end the call.
"I’ll talk to you later," Es said, her voice filled with warmth. "Love you."
Ray’s voice softened. "Love you too. Be careful."
As Es ended the call and set her phone down, Ray’s expression shifted dramatically. He was seated in his office, eyes fixed on his laptop, but his focus had abruptly turned to the small screen before him. The realization hit him hard. Whenever Es used the term "baby" during their conversations, it was a coded signal—one indicating that their conversation might be monitored or recorded.
Ray’s gaze hardened, his features growing ruthless. "So, they’re plotting in my office, are they?" he muttered under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he processed the situation. His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but instead of typing, he clenched his fists, his mind racing with strategies and contingencies.
The presence of the transmitter, combined with Es’s covert signals, had unveiled a deeper layer of manipulation and surveillance. Ray’s mind was already working through potential actions and counterasures. He wouldn’t let anyone think they could use his office as a stage for their sches.
Inside the sleek, black car, Diana slumped in the back seat, her eyes dark with frustration. The interior was bathed in shadows, accentuating her fierce, brooding deanor. As the car navigated an unfamiliar route, she pulled out one of her earpods and tossed it onto the floor with a decisive snap.
"What the hell is going on?" Diana hissed, her voice low and laced with anger.
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