Draven.
After dinner, we moved to my home office. I led the way, pushing the door open as the coolness of the air conditioning brushed across my face.
The scent of brewed Americano lingered in the air, courtesy of the two cups already set on the low table by the staff. Two more were added shortly after.
We sat around the plush couches in the living area, which were cream and mahogany tones under the soft yellow light.
I took one of the single-seaters, leaving the other beside me vacant. Dennis and Jeffery shared the three-seater across from me, while Wanda took the loveseat to the side, crossing one leg over the other, always polished.
I took a long sip from my mug before I spoke. "We will continue the investigation, but it must remain discreet. No sudden movements that would alert Duskmoor's council."
All three nodded in agreement.
