“Michael Jobs, please, take a seat. It’s so nice to finally meet you,” Selene said, her voice calm and composed though her insides were trembling. Her nerves fluttered beneath her skin like a butterfly.

Michael gave a polite smile as he crossed the room, extending his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Mrs. Harrington.”

“Please,” she replied, shaking his hand firmly, “call me Selene.”

He nodded once, repeating her name with a faint chuckle that softened the air. ...