I caught up with Papa and Carlotta, who appeared to be locked in a heated argument. A sense of unease washed over me, prompting me to conceal myself behind the door of my father's library.
It felt strange to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help it; I needed to find out what was going on.
My intention had been to approach papa and share what I had discovered about the mysterious forces behind the chaos wreaking havoc on our businesses.
Yet, as I listened intently, it became clear that I need not say a word. The very topic that had drawn me to him was the source of their conflict.
"We won’t ask him, you know I won’t," Papa snapped at Carlotta, his voice laced with frustration.
It was unsettling to witness this side of him; I had never heard them argue like this before.
A surge of anger bubb
