KENDRA
I noticed it the moment I stepped into the office that the air felt different. Not dramatically, not in a way someone else would label wrong, but in the subtle, poisonous way tension slips between walls. Conversations lowered when I passed.
Two analysts who usually greeted me with eager smiles barely nodded. My secretary, Nina, looked nervous before she even opened her mouth.
“Good morning, Mrs. Anderson,” she said carefully, her eyes flicking past me toward the hallway. “Your schedule is ready.”
Her voice lacked its usual warmth. She wasn’t cold, just… she seemed guarded.
There was only one set of people who could turn the mood this sour. Ethan’s loyalists. I hated that after all this time, I still had to bother about them.
Now I'll have to put in some extra work to undo what
