Liana’s POV
The first thing I noticed was the low familiar hum.
It wrapped around me softly.
I opened my eyes slowly.
Cream-colored walls. A blinking microwave clock stuck at 7:23. The faint smell of burnt coffee and lemon disinfectant.
The break room.
My head throbbed. A dull sensation like something was pressing from the inside. I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it.
My vision swam.
“Hey,” a voice said softly. “Don’t sit up too fast.”
I turned my head.
Maya from accounting sat across from me on the couch, both hands wrapped around a paper cup. Her heels were kicked off, tucked neatly beside the wall. She looked tired but her eyes still carried warmth.
Maya was the nicest person in the company.
She had warm eyes and a gentle voice. Maya was the kind of woman who remem
