The restaurant buzzed with the gentle hum of conversation and the clinking of cutlery against porcelain plates. It was an upscale venue, discreet enough for meetings that required secrecy. Elias Blackwood sat at a private booth near the back, his posture relaxed but his sharp eyes scanning the room. Across from him, Olivia shifted uncomfortably, stirring her coffee absentmindedly.
"So?" Elias leaned forward, his dark eyes piercing into hers. "What does Claire know? What has she found?"
Olivia hesitated. She had been feeding information to Elias for a while now, but something about his urgency today unsettled her. He wasn't the type to get flustered, yet there was a dangerous edge to his voice that made her throat dry.
"She found documents in a safe," Olivia finally admitted, keeping her voice low. "They were written by her father, and they name the Blackwoods as the reason for his downfall."
