EZRA
She doesn’t show up to work the next day.
And I lose my goddamn mind.
I sit in my office with my tie loosened, shirt sleeves rolled up, staring at the untouched Sanguara and monitor on my desk like it might give me answers. It doesn’t. It never does. Neither do the emails piling up or the constant buzzing of my phone.
She should be here. The cameras in the hallway should have caught her. First one in sometimes. Last one out most times.
But today?
Nothing.
Not even an excuse for Sabrina of HR.
Not even a ghost of her perfume in the halls.
I check the time again. Ninth time in twenty minutes. Still nothing.
I rub my jaw, the tension coiled so tight I could snap steel in my teeth.
Maybe she heard me last night.
Maybe she remembers what I said.
What I promised.
If I see you
