Two weeks had passed since I'd started working at the
Ravenscroft Global.
I had finally found my rhythm.
Victor's subtle approving smiles whenever our paths crossed, Elena's warming presence, Loretta's sharp edge keeping me on my toes. For once, I felt like I belonged… or at least, I thought I did.
But today, something felt off. Staff were slipping in and out of Victor's office like shadows, casting me odd glances.
Some looked startled when they saw me; others avoided eye contact completely.
A strange tension hung in the air, heavy and invisible.
I forced myself to focus on my screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard, trying not to eavesdrop again.
Then Victor walked into my office. He wasn't alone. Elena was with him, her face drawn, eyes anxious.
Victor's usual composed stride had an unusual stiffness.
He moved to my desk and tossed a stack of documents in front of me.
