Helen Lloyd offered a slow, definitive nod, her elegant features settling into a mask of absolute professional certainty. The soft ambient lighting of the room cast faint shadows across her face, highlighting the genuine intrigue swimming in her eyes. "That is correct." She affirmed, her voice perfectly modulated yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of curiosity. She leaned slightly forward, resting her hands on the polished desk: "However, what truly perplexes me is how you managed to recognize such a distinct, unconventional, and highly specific fragrance?"
Julian Sterling did not immediately rush to satisfy her burning curiosity. Instead, he leaned back into the plush leather of his chair, his demeanor entirely unruffled and completely at ease. He allowed the silence to linger for just a fraction of a second before slowly introducing a completely different, seemingly unrelated facet of specialized knowledge.
