Caleb
Alan’s cabin was warmer than the rest of the floor… not from the actual temperature, but from the hum of activity inside.
The space was alive with chatter, department heads shifting in and out as though summoned to some great unveiling.
I stepped in quietly, leaning against the doorframe for a moment before moving fully inside.
Sonya’s eyes found me first.
And just like that, her expression shifted.
The faintly pleasant mask she’d been wearing for the others slipped for just a second, replaced by the smallest flicker of irritation… a frown that creased her features, like my presence was a mild inconvenience.
Then she smoothed it away immediately.
It was subtle, but I caught it.
I said nothing. Instead, I moved to the far side of the room, to the side wall, out of the direc
