Kathrine had been scheduled to visit Helmsworth International first thing in the morning. Instead, she found herself seated in the lavish living room of the Helmsworth mansion, a delicate porcelain cup of tea resting between her fingers and an array of neatly arranged snacks placed before her.
"Please enjoy, Miss Kathrine," the servant said politely before retreating in silence.
Kathrine offered a courteous smile, though the moment she was alone, the expression faded into something more observant. She adjusted slightly on the plush sofa, crossing one leg over the other as her gaze began to wander around the room.
She had been sitting there for quite some time, and yet there was no sign of Marcus.
She knew the staff would have informed him the moment she arrived. The Helmsworth household did not operate without precision. Still, the old man had a habit of taking his time, especially when he wanted to assert quiet authority. Making others wait was a subtle reminder of hierarchy.
