Amelia sensed it before she could explain it.
The moment Eve stepped out of the office and the doors closed behind her, something shifted—subtle, almost imperceptible, but real enough to tighten Amelia’s chest.
The floor returned to its usual rhythm. Phones rang. Someone laughed softly near the printers. A pair of executives walked past, deep in conversation. Everything looked normal.
It didn’t feel normal.
Amelia sat at her desk, staring at the document open on her screen. The words blurred together, her eyes skimming without absorbing anything. She forced herself to blink, to refocus, to breathe steadily.
You’re imagining things, she told herself.
Eve hadn’t said anything inappropriate. She hadn’t even addressed Amelia directly beyond a polite greeting. No sharp words. No veiled in
