Sanella looked up as Ezra stormed into the office.
He looked down at her, his anger a palpable thing in the air.
“How may I help you?” She said pleasantly.
“A letter? You think a letter was enough to convince someone – regardless of the amount of coincidences she shared with Marie-Ann,” he interjected when she opened her mouth to argue, “was enough, you’ve taken out something, tell me now!” He demanded, his eyes too bright.
“A little obsessed?” She said with a smile.
He gave her a strange look, “Of course,” he said so earnestly that Sanella actually believed him.
“Marie-Ann was given an engagement ring when she made the deal with the Mayor’s son. Expensive and oddly unique, the ring has been lost for decades.” Sanella said and reached into her desk and pulled out the ring.
“Eleanor knew exactly where it was,”
Ezra gazed at it, he looked almost fearful.
Sanella smiled and said softly, “It is one thing to believe, quite another to be proven right.”
Ezra met her gaze. He opened his mouth to say something and closed it again.