(Mira's POV)
Companies didn't panic the way people did.
They didn't scream or run when something was wrong.
They simply grew quieter.
And inside that quiet, the smallest mistake became loud enough to hear from miles away.
That morning, Wolfe Holdings felt exactly like that—quiet in the wrong way.
I stood near the glass wall outside Ethan's office, watching the executive floor move through its usual rhythm. Assistants moved between desks with tablets and folders. Managers stepped in and out of conference rooms. Phones rang occasionally, then fell silent again.
To anyone else, everything would look normal.
But once you learned how to watch patterns, you realized something important.
Normal had a rhythm.
And today… the rhythm felt slightly off.
I folded my arms loosely as my eyes drifted toward the center of the floor.
