The light from Henry's desk lamp sliced through the darkness of the room, illuminating a scattered mess of papers. Jeremy stepped inside with measured strides, carrying a black leather folder that bore the unmistakable look of something highly confidential. Jeremy placed the document carefully before Henry, who sat rigid in his chair. Henry's eyes were weary, yet they retained an undeniable, piercing sharpness.
"This is everything you requested, sir. All the data regarding Miss Celine. Everything from her past records to the small trails we managed to gather in the last few hours," Jeremy said in a low, respectful voice.
Henry did not touch the document immediately. He stared at the folder as if it held the keys to a past that had long been locked away.
