ASHLEY
I log into my account under the name Noxx and sit back in the leather chair, watching my profile pop open on the screen.
My office is quiet, save for the distant hum of the building's air system and the occasional echo of footsteps down the hallway. Morning light pours through the glass wall behind my desk, painting long, pale lines across the polished floor.
For the first time since morning, I allow myself a small, satisfied smile. It feels good to be back in my account as the owner, not a viewer. A sigh of relief escapes me as the account dashboard shows no new posts have been made since the last time.
Everything is still there. Every design file, every discarded post in my draft, every internal message thread tied to the project. Nova hasn't touched anything since yesterday.
Good. I open the security settings.
