#Chapter 154 Esme Brighthollow of Stormclaw

Grace I looked at my calendar. There was no one there. I glanced over at Amira, who seemed to be watching the unit as if she was gearing up for a physical fight. I was a little wary. Who could it be? Especially now? “Who is it?” I inquired, my voice betraying a hint of caution. The front desk receptionist hesitated for a moment before responding, “Esme Brighthollow from Stormclaw has arrived. She’s here for the auditing procedures you requested?” My mind, already overloaded with the unfolding crisis, momentarily stumbled. I hadn’t asked for an audit. I didn’t even recognize the name, but I knew that Stormclaw had ties to the Clans and, thus, ties to Charles. If there was anyone behind this, any good thing that could be coming my way when I needed it most, it was probably because Charles had sent it. I cleared my throat. “Ah,” I responded, trying to mask my momentary lapse. “That’s great. Thank you. I must have forgotten in the midst of everything going on. Please send her up.