I arrive at Moonfang Construction, ready to drown myself in spreadsheets and project reports. The office bustles with Monday morning energy, employees clutching coffee cups and discussing weekend plans in hushed tones.
The familiar hum of productivity usually helps me focus, but today feels different. There's a tension in the air I can't quite place.
I settle at my desk, pulling up Vincent's calendar for the week. Board meetings, site visits, conference calls—his schedule is packed as usual. I'm grateful for the workload; it means less opportunity for uncomfortable encounters after last night's incident.
But thirty minutes into my morning routine, I feel it. That familiar prickle along my spine that means I'm being watched. I glance up from my computer screen to find Vincent standing n
