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~Velma’s POV
Helena leaned back slightly in her chair, her expression thoughtful now rather than surprised.
“This is not about money,” she said slowly.
“No,” I replied. “It is not.”
Anna returned quietly with the coffee, placing the cups on the table before slipping back out without a word. The door closed softly behind her.
Helena wrapped her hands around her cup but did not drink. “Is something happening that I should know about?”
“Yes,” I said. There was no point pretending otherwise. “There has been a situation. It’s public and messy. And I do not want it touching my work.”
Her lips pressed together. “I saw something that dramatic this morning,” she admitted.
Helena sighed softly and leaned back in her chair, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup.
“There is somethin
