The receptionist's voice echoed through Evelyn's office.
"Chairwoman Hart... Dr. Amelia Ross insists she can't wait."
Evelyn exchanged a glance with Damien.
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked toward the office door and looked through the glass wall into the executive floor.
Everything appeared normal.
Employees moved between offices carrying tablets and folders. Phones rang. Conversations rose and fell in professional tones.
Normal.
Too normal.
He looked back at Evelyn.
"Bring her to Conference Room Three."
The receptionist hesitated.
"She refused."
Damien frowned.
"Why?"
"She says she won't enter any room without windows."
A flicker of concern crossed his face.
"Put her in the executive lounge."
"I'll meet her there."
The call ended.
Evelyn stood.
"Should
