A Proposition

As the sleek limousine pulls up to the ornate townhouse, Ramsey steps out, nodding to the staff, who hurry to greet him.

"Welcome home, sir," Ruth, his loyal housekeeper, says with a respectful bow.

"Ruth." Ramsey nods in acknowledgement, his gaze sweeping over the immaculate foyer.

"Is everything alright, sir?" She inquires, her brow furrowed with concern.

Ramsey offers her a reassuring smile. "Everything is fine, Ruth. Just a long evening, that's all." He pats her arm gently. "Please, see to it that my study is prepared. I have some matters to attend to."

"Of course, sir." She hurries off while Rosie takes Ramsey's coat with a sweet murmur.

As Ramsey makes his way to his private study, he can't help but feel the weight of the evening's events settling on his shoulders.

He knows that the task Malik has set before him is a difficult one, but he also understands the consequences of refusal.