Upon hearing this, Asher paused, lowering his head bashfully, mid-serve.

“Godwin, why would you bring that up now?” Elizabeth asked.

Curious, she continued, “What’s the story?”

“You hold Elizabeth in such high regard; it only makes sense to share this with her,” Godwin replied. Turning to Elizabeth, he explained, “When Asher was training overseas, there was a moment when he almost gave up. He stood firm against corruption, but the road ahead seemed bleak. Then, unexpectedly, he discovered ‘Nobody,’ and it profoundly inspired him. He promised himself to rise to prominence and bring your stories to life, hoping to inspire others as he had been.”

“Nobody,” one of Elizabeth’s earlier works, chronicled individuals overcoming insurmountable odds.

Deeply moved, Elizabeth raised her soda. “To think my writing could resonate so profoundly. Here’s to your perseverance, and thank you for valuing my work.”

They clinked glasses, a newfound warmth filling the room as they continued their animated conversation and shared a meal, losing track of time. Three hours passed, and the restaurant nearly emptied.

Elizabeth entered the restroom and glanced across the hallway at the opposite private room; it was vacant. Sandra and her entourage had left.

Walking down the corridor, she noticed a solitary figure engrossed in a phone call. Clad in a black shirt with a suit jacket draped over his arm, his features were partially obscured, but his aura of detachment identified him as Elijah.

Just as Elizabeth turned away, Elijah spotted her. Abruptly ending his call, he strode purposefully toward her, intercepting her path.

“Wait,” he commanded, his voice sharp.