-ARIA-
My hand trembled. I read the letter over and over until the words bled into each other. A cold wave rolled through me, starting at the base of my spine and crawling upward until my scalp prickled. I blinked hard, but the words didn’t change.
I know who you are.
Was this some kind of sick prank? Who would even send something like this?
The envelope held nothing but my printed name and address. No stamp. No sender.
Nothing that could point to whoever was trying to mess with my head.
Mars Logistics, 20th floor.
Aria Davis
Executive assistant
I lifted my gaze from the shaking paper and looked out through the glass walls. People walked by, talked business, typed. Frowned at their screens and laughed into their headsets. Business as usual.
I scanned faces, movements, and gestur
