Lily POV
Dally and Ayla found me precisely where they expected.
The library. Like usual.
Dally poked his head around the doorway before quietly scanning the room behind me.
"Gunnar ain't here, right?"
I looked over the top of my book. "...No."
He exhaled dramatically. "Good."
Ayla laughed. "We're trying not to start World War Three."
"I assume this has something to do with the East Wing." Their expressions answered before either of them spoke. "You found something."
They nodded together.
"Yes ma'am."
I closed the book immediately. "Lead the way."
...
The archive was magnificent.
Perfectly aligned filing cabinets stretched farther than I could comfortably see, each labeled in immaculate brass lettering.
Every decade.
Every acquisition.
Every employee.
Every donation.
Ever
