The morning sun filtered through the tall glass windows of the London hotel lobby. The marble floors gleamed under the soft light, and the hum of voices blended with the sound of clinking coffee cups.
Anabelle stood near the reception desk, her tablet in one hand and her assistant, Clara, by her side. She was dressed in a sleek cream suit, her hair tied in a neat bun, her expression calm but focused. She was scheduled for a meeting with a major investor that afternoon.
“Your car is ready, Ms. Hayes,” Clara said, glancing at her phone.
Anabelle nodded. “Thank you, Clara. Please make sure the presentation files are synced to my drive. I’ll review them in the car.”
Clara smiled. “Already done.”
Anabelle gave a small nod and began walking toward the exit. Her heels clicked sharply on the
