Dr. Marlowe stepped out of the kitchen holding a steaming mug of freshly brewed coffee, which she had made specifically to stay awake and alert for a few more hours into the night so she could complete her work. The rich aroma of dark roast filled the air as she took a cautious sip, wincing slightly at the heat.
Already heading toward the lab, her steps slowed and finally came to a stop when she heard the distinct sound of heels clicking against the marble floor. The sharp, rhythmic taps echoed through the otherwise silent mansion, immediately putting her on alert.
Being the only woman at home—save for the servants and a few guards—that sound indicated an unexpected visitor. Her first thought was Serena, but it was far too early for them to return from the gala. The event was scheduled to run well into the night.
