Serena knocked softly on the door, her knuckles barely grazing the wood, and waited. A moment later, Mr. Brighton looked up from his desk, recognition flickering across his face before a warm smile spread slowly.

“Ms. Vale.”

“Good day, sir. I hope I’m not disturbing you. I need to have a word with you,” Serena said politely, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest.

“Of course,” he replied, gesturing toward the chair opposite his desk. “Please, have a seat.”

Serena lowered herself into the chair, smoothing her skirt reflexively. She hesitated for a brief second before offering a small, nervous smile. Then she slid a white envelope...