Hailey's POV
I didn't panic.
That was the first thing I noticed about myself as I stood in my office, staring at the empty drawer where my future had been carefully dismantled.
I closed the drawer without a sound.
The empty space where my work had lived stared back at me like a missing tooth—too clean, too deliberate. Whoever had taken the files hadn't rushed. They had known exactly what they were looking for, exactly where to find it, and exactly how much time they had before anyone noticed.
I straightened my spine.
Fear would have been easier, panic would have been justified. But neither came. What settled into me instead was colder and far more useful—a precise, almost clinical calm that sharpened my thoughts and slowed my breathing.
Janet wanted a reaction and I
