Chapter Sixty-One
*Office Whispers*
The air in the Lax Global staff lounge was thick with the smell of cheap coffee and fresh gossip. It was Friday afternoon, and the low hum of the copy machine was the perfect cover for conversation.
Byeon, the eternally diplomatic head of security, stirred his tea, trying to look absorbed in a report. Alexander Byrne leaned against the counter, pretending to check his phone. A small group of junior architects and assistants huddled by the window.
“So, the big society wedding,” chirped Chloe from marketing, her eyes wide. “It’s been, what, months since the engagement was announced? We got the fancy email. But the date… radio silence.”
A junior accountant, Leo, nodded. “My fiancée is obsessed. She checks the society pages every day. Nothing. You’d thi
