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Thalassa’s face warmed as Hertha continued her spirited analysis. Hertha had a way of being unapologetically candid, often blurring the lines between professional admiration and personal curiosity.
“Hertha, can we focus on the strategic implications here?” Thalassa asked, shifting on the sofa. “We’re navigating a very delicate balance with the Sinclair Group.”
Hertha suppressed a giggle, though her shoulders still shook with amusement. Once she regained her composure, she turned to Thalassa with a more focused expression.
“Look, you have a unique professional standing with a man like Lysander Sinclair. He’s the peak of executive excellence,” Hertha said, offering a supportive pat on the shoulder. “Instead of dwelling on the pressure, we should look at how this platform can benefit your future.”
“If his presence is such a platform, perhaps you should be the one to manage his office,” Thalassa countered with a weary smile.
“I’m not sure I have your level of diplomatic patience,” Hertha admitted.
Thalassa looked down, her voice dropping to a serious whisper. “The point is his intuition. He knew I didn't return home last night. He’s far too perceptive. I’m concerned that if he continues to scrutinize my personal life, our carefully guarded privacy won't last.”
“If the truth ever surfaces,” Hertha suggested thoughtfully, “it becomes a matter of formal mediation. He has the resources to ensure the children are provided for at the highest standard.”
“But he’s a man of absolute control,” Thalassa countered. “And given the history with my father, Bruce, his view of me is already clouded by resentment. I can't risk the children’s stability by letting him into our world before we know his true intentions.”
Hertha nodded, the gravity of the situation finally settling in. “You’re right. We need a more robust plan to maintain the distance between your professional role and your family life.”
Just then, Hertha’s phone vibrated. It was Alaric.
Hertha took a deep breath, shifting into her confident, professional persona before answering. “Hello, Alaric. To what do I owe this unscheduled communication?”
“I’m calling about the unresolved situation from our last interaction,” Alaric’s voice was crisp and businesslike. “I believe there was an oversight regarding the information you provided about Thalassa.”
Hertha felt a flicker of guilt. She had indeed used a diversion to help Thalassa previously, and Alaric was not a man who enjoyed being misled. “I thought we had resolved our professional debts, Alaric.”
“Not quite,” Alaric replied. “And now, there are administrative consequences to address.”