meeting james
Inside, a man named James waited, his calm demeanor making it clear he had expected her. “You’re late,” he said, his tone casual.
“Traffic,” Emily replied curtly, unfazed by his remark. Without another word, they moved toward a back room, their footsteps reverberating through the stillness. James followed her without hesitation, every motion suggesting he knew exactly what lay ahead. Their actions were precise, the product of a plan practiced to perfection. Determination etched across Emily’s face, her unwavering resolve guided every step she took.
Meeting James
reviewing documents
Emily and James sifted through a pile of old documents and photographs, their movements deliberate, their conversation laced with tension. “This ties back to the Anderson file,” Emily said, handing James a faded photograph. “We’ll need to confirm these dates,” he replied, marking a note on a document. They worked in seamless rhythm, their actions hinting at a shared, intricate past. The room pulsed with unspoken urgency, every gesture charged with purpose.
Reviewing Documents
