After she sent the message, Briony didn’t bother waiting for a reply. She made her way to the lounge, stretched out on the couch, and drifted off to sleep.
When she woke up from her nap, it was already half past two.
She washed her face, left her office, and headed back into the restoration room.
It wasn’t until her work was done that Briony remembered to check if Stewart had replied.
He had.
*I’m on a business trip in Silveridge. I’ll be back in a couple of days—let’s set a time then.*
Briony read his message and didn’t see any need to respond.
As James was leaving for the day, he paused at her door. “Did Stewart say when he’ll be back?”
Briony answered honestly. “He said he’s away for a couple of days, but we’ll talk when he’s back.”
James nodded, “I believe him. The professor mentioned yesterday that there’s an artifact overseas that’s about to get tied up in a lawsuit. The legal team is out there meeting with Professor Thornton to discuss strategy.”
“Alright, then we’ll just wait a couple more days,” Briony said.
“Come on, let me give you a ride home.”
“No need, you go ahead—I drove myself this morning.”
At that, James just shrugged. “Alright, then. Drive safe, okay? It’s only a mile or two, but still—watch the road! Our goddaughter’s counting on you, you know!”
Briony couldn’t help but sigh. “You’re actually fussier than Star.”
James just waved her off, unfazed. “See you tomorrow.”
Briony gathered her things and headed downstairs.
The moment she stepped out of the building, a sleek Rolls-Royce pulled up at the curb.
Garry climbed out from behind the wheel.
Briony spotted him, her brows pinching together in annoyance, but she kept walking toward her own car.
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