TANISHA
I stepped off the elevator, heels clicking against marble, and walked straight to my desk, everything was exactly as it should be. Phones rang softly, screens glowed, people moved with purpose. Except it wasn’t. Christof’s whereabout was unknown to me.
I had pulled up to his house thirty minutes ago as usual.The gates opened like they always did. The driveway looked the same, clean and quiet. When I stepped out of my car, the gruff security guard requested for my name and ID, like he didn’t know who I was. He probably didn’t, I had never seen him there before. He barely glanced at my ID before shaking his head.
“He’s not in this morning.”
The guard never offered me any explanation beyond that. I assumed he left early to the office, even though there was no prior call or text f
