Whispers before the fall.
Zein's POV
The building felt different the moment I stepped in-quiet, restrained. Like everybody was holding their breath and pretending not to notice the tension in the air.
The staff greeted me like usual, polite professionals, but their movements were sharper, and conversations cut off at the sight of me.
Samantha was at the company.
I didn't need Miran to tell me that, but he still did.
"She's on the executive floor, boss," he said quietly as we walked. "She arrived less than thirty minutes ago."
Of course, she had. She never wasted time." She liked to announce herself even just by her presence alone, just like the way disasters don't need invitations.
"And Steven?"
Miran hesitated half a second, enough to confirm what I suspected.
