Three days had passed without any sign of Devandra at the office.
No calm footsteps echoing in the hallway,
no familiar voice greeting with that subtle smile,
no bitter black coffee placed neatly on his desk at exactly eight a.m.
And the thing Vania noticed most—
there were no more of those eyes.
The eyes that silently followed her every step, everywhere she went.
At first, she thought Devandra was simply giving her space after their meeting at the café.
But day by day, that odd feeling slowly morphed into something more unsettling:
worry.
“Miss Vania, the finance division documents still haven’t been signed by Mr. Devandra,” said the finance secretary.
Vania nodded slowly. “I’ll follow up.”
But as soon as she returned to her office, she picked up her phone.
No messages from D
