ARMAND ARMSTRONG; BILLIONAIRE ON A MISSION

Chapter Nineteen

Vanessa's eyes scanned Armand's office, taking in the tidy space. Everything was in order, from the organized files on his desk to the neatly arranged bookshelves.

She turned her attention back to Armand, who was standing by his desk, watching her. "Sir, what exactly do you need my help with?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Armand paused, his eyes locked on Vanessa's, "I don't actually need your help with anything in my office, Vanessa."

He stopped speaking, leaving Vanessa puzzled and wondering what he really wanted. The silence stretched out for a few moments until Armand spoke again.

"What I need your help with, Vanessa, is catching the thieves."

Vanessa's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. "The thieves, sir? What do you mean?"

Armand's expression turned grim. "I mean the ones who have been stealing from the company."

Vanessa's eyes widened in alarm, her face pale and her body tense. She took a step back, her hands trembling slightly. "T-thieves, sir? Oh