[Hazel]
The soft ding of the elevator echoed like a drumbeat in my chest. The doors slid open with a whisper, revealing the sprawling headquarters of Silver Arc’s Broadway branch.
And… nothing.
No people. Not a single soul in sight.
The office floor, polished to perfection, gleamed under the lights. Desks sat quietly, untouched—no voices, no movement, just eerie stillness. For a second, I froze. My heart stopped—and then, a wave of relief crashed over me.
Thank God. No employees meant no awkward questions. No one to poke holes in the story I’d barely patched together.
The first hurdle? Cleared.
But as I stepped forward, the silence quickly shifted from reassuring to suffocating. Because now that I was inside… I had no idea where the hell I was supposed to go.
My relief twisted into
