~Sienna~
By the time I made it to Weston Corp, my nerves were already frazzled from Lucas’s antics. My feet ached from rushing down the uneven pavement in heels clearly not meant for power-walking, and my blouse clung uncomfortably to my back.
The day could only improve from here—or so I thought.
As I pushed open the glass doors to the main office, I was greeted by the familiar hum of employees rushing around with files, answering phones, and typing furiously. The sleek black-and-white interior gleamed under the soft overhead lights, a hallmark of Weston’s aesthetic. But there was an unfamiliar tension in the air, a feeling that everyone was on edge.
When I reached the design department, it became clear why.
A tall woman stood at the front of the room, clipboard in hand, her eyes sc
