Emily placed her hands on the keyboard, the soft tapping of her fingers filling the air as she made the final corrections to the design Frank had handed her earlier in the day. Her eyes skimmed over the screen, ensuring every detail aligned perfectly with his specifications. She leaned back with a satisfied sigh, raising her head over the opaque divider that separated her workstation from Frank's.
But he wasn’t there.
Emily frowned, glancing at the clock on her desk. It wasn’t even close to closing time. Frank never left his desk this early—especially not on a Monday, when deadlines loomed heavy. Puzzled, she stood and peered over the cubicle wall again, as if expecting him to materialize. Still nothing.
"Where could he have gone?" she muttered under her breath, the faint hum of t
