The morning air in the executive suite was thick with an unspoken, heavy electricity. Although Cassian and Maeve technically occupied separate rooms, the massive, transparent glass wall that connected their offices made it impossible to truly be apart. It was like living in a high-end aquarium, where every glance and every shift in posture was on full display.
From his desk, Cassian tried to bury himself in the quarterly reports, but his focus was shredded. He was dressed in a charcoal suit, looking every bit of himself, but today, he wore a crisp shirt with a high collar fastened all the way to the top button. It was a sharp, stifling departure from his usual style. Every time he turned his head to check a document, the stiff fabric rubbed against the dark, purple-red mark Maeve had clai
