The shock wave brought by that scent was more direct than any official document the Risk Control Department could issue.
Darcy walked unimpeded all the way back to the Risk Control Director's office. Along the corridors, employees who had been clustered in low, heated discussions fell silent the moment they caught that cold, oppressive fir scent. Passing security captains and senior actuaries stepped aside instinctively, lowering their gazes with a mix of wariness and sharp curiosity.
Around the corner, a cluster of high-ranking Alpha managers and branch staff from old-family factions standing by the break room made no effort to hide their sneers.
"Hmph. Just some lowly Omega using cheap tricks to climb the ladder. She really thinks she rules the territory now?"
"Exactly. The Risk Cont
