Anne was led to the dining table where Noah was seated comfortably eating a simple meal of sausage rolls, bread, butter, and tea.
The scent of freshly baked sausage rolls lingered in the air as Anne stepped into the elegant dining room of Noah's estate. The room exuded an aura of old-world charm, with polished mahogany furniture and delicate china adorning the table.
Noah sat at the head of the table, his demeanor imposing.
"Good morning, sir," Anne greeted, her voice tinged with uncertainty as she forced a smile.
Noah acknowledged her with a grunt, his attention focused on the meal before him. His piercing gaze bore into Anne.
"To what do we owe this visit this morning?" Noah inquired, his tone laced with a hint of skepticism.
Anne squared her shoulders, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "I came to pick up Richmond," she explained. "He hasn't been coming to work, and I thought it best to take him myself."