The afternoon sunlight slanted through the tall windows of Amelia’s office, painting warm rectangles across her scattered files and the polished surface of her desk. Despite the mundane calm of the corporate environment, the air felt charged—heavy, deliberate, as though the space itself was waiting.
She had sensed it for days, a subtle pressure, a presence brushing against the edges of perception, something—or someone—watching, testing, measuring. And now, the moment had arrived.
The soft click of the door made her pulse quicken. Even before she turned fully, she felt it: a presence she could not ignore. Eve stepped in, heels clicking deliberately against the polished floor, every movement a statement of control. She stopped a few feet from the desk, her posture relaxed yet predatory, a
