I’m sitting at my desk the next day, staring at the same spreadsheet for what feels like the hundredth time, yet none of the numbers are registering in my brain. My focus has been slipping more and more lately, and every test Ronan keeps putting me through only makes it worse. The longer I stay here, the more convinced I become that none of this is accidental. He says I have a choice, but I don’t think I really do anymore.
This stopped being a normal office job the moment I walked into something I was never supposed to see. Ever since then, he has been pulling me deeper into this place piece by piece, like he’s carefully unraveling a thread just to see how far I’ll follow it.
And the worst part?
I keep following.
I lean back in my chair with a frustrated sigh, rubbing at my temples whi
