Elena's POV
Two days after our girls’ night, I walked into the office expecting another normal workday.
Emails. Meetings. Decisions.
The usual.
But the moment I stepped inside, something felt… off.
It was subtle at first.
Conversations dropped a little too quickly when I passed. People glanced at me, then looked away.
Something was wrong.
The usual morning energy felt different, like the entire building was holding its breath.
I slowed slightly, my eyes scanning the space.
That’s when my assistant, Patricia, appeared, moving toward me faster than usual.
“Ms. Sterling,” she said, a little breathless, “there’s an urgent executive meeting in fifteen minutes.”
I frowned. “What’s it about?”
“I’m not sure,” she said quickly, but she didn’t quite meet my eyes.
Which meant she kne
