Freya went back to the office, the weight of her encounter still lingering in her mind like an unsolved riddle. The hum of keyboards and murmured conversations filled the space, but she barely registered them. Instead, she leaned against the edge of Laine’s desk, her fingers tapping restlessly.
“Hey, have any of you heard of Duncan Black?” she asked, her voice deliberately casual.
The room didn’t just go quiet—it froze. The air thickened as if someone had sucked all the sound out of it. Leo, mid-sip of his coffee, lowered his cup slowly. Laine’s fingers stilled over her keyboard. Even the other designers, usually oblivious to office undercurrents, exchanged uneasy glances.
Freya’s curiosity sharpened. Orion had been out of the country for nearly a week, and she hadn’t wanted to bo
