Corvine's eyes moved slowly across the space, taking everything in with that same sharp awareness he always carried, but this time there was a faint crease forming between his brows, like something wasn't quite sitting right with him. "What's the problem?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity as he turned back to Seraphine.
From an outsider's perspective, everything looked more than perfect. The massive office had already been divided into a structured workstation layout, clean and intentional, with only the managers and the IT department getting private offices while the rest of the space remained open, efficient, and ready for movement and collaboration.
But Seraphine didn't look impressed.
Her gaze drifted again, slower this time, more critical, like she was searching for something specific and coming up empty. "I haven't seen any space that fits my office," she said, her tone thoughtful, almost distracted, like her mind was already running ahead of the moment.
