Back at the company, Linet tried to maintain a calm and composed demeanor, walking through the hallways with her usual confident stride. She carried files, smiled faintly at colleagues, and even managed small talk with the receptionist. But those who truly paid attention could see something was off.
Her eyes darted frequently toward the entrance. Her fingers trembled slightly when holding her coffee. She rarely raised her voice anymore, and the once flashy, attention-seeking Linet had toned down to plain dresses, minimal makeup, and a silent aura.
At her desk, she typed mechanically, her mind far away from the spreadsheets before her. Every creak of the door, every passing shadow outside the glass walls made her tense. She'd look up in panic, heart racing, then quickly bury her fac
