I stood in my cozy apartment, my hands slightly trembling as I waited for Timothy to arrive. It was late in the evening, and the dimly lit space seemed somehow more intimate than usual. My fingers traced the edge of the coffee table as I watched the time.
This meeting with Timothy was a pivotal moment in our case against Stella. The signed authorization papers, which he had obtained with great effort, were the key to shifting the balance of power in our favor. But the prospect of having Timothy over at my apartment, even for business purposes, left me feeling slightly uneasy.
The knock at my door interrupted my thoughts. I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and went to answer the door, finding Timothy on the other side. He had a eerily calm expression on his face and folder tucked
