Victoria stood in front of the bathroom mirror on the eighth floor and looked at her own reflection, which looked much calmer than she felt. Her lips curled into a thin smile, false but practiced. This wasn't about courage. This is about the truth.
She looked at her watch. It was almost time. Ian had just finished leading another Division team meeting. According to Evan, the man usually retired to his room for an hour afterward before moving on to the next meeting. And that was the window.
But this time, Victoria didn't go to his office.
Her footsteps took her to the pantry near the engineering team's workspace, a place rarely passed during rush hour. She stood by the coffee machine, pretending to be busy preparing a drink, when Ian passed her in the hallway.
"Mr. Ian," Victoria greete
