Liora's POV
The moment I walked into the office the next morning, I knew something was wrong. Clara was never late in all the time I had worked with her, I couldn't remember a single occasion when she hadn't arrived before most of the associates, yet her office remained dark.
Empty.
A knot formed in my stomach but I told myself not to overreact because people ran late. Traffic happened, meetings happened, and life happened.
By nine-thirty, I had checked the hallway at least six times. By ten, I was struggling to focus on anything.
"She's not here yet."
I looked up and saw Ezra standing beside my desk. I hadn't even heard him approach. The concern in his voice immediately told me he was thinking the same thing.
"No."
His jaw tightened and neither of us said what we were both think
