The afternoon sun glared through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the hallway. I nodded mechanically as Thomas Winters, one of our senior partners, droned on about golf handicaps or yacht clubs or whatever the hell he was talking about. My mind was elsewhere.
"Don't you agree, Alexander?" Thomas asked, pulling me back to reality.
"Absolutely," I said smoothly, though I had no idea what I was agreeing to.
That's when I saw her.
Eveline was rushing down the hallway below, clutching a thin folder to her chest. Even from the upper level walkway, I could see the tension in her shoulders, the slight furrow between her brows. Something was wrong.
"Are you feeling alright, Alexander? You seem distracted," Thomas said, following my gaze.
I straightened my tie. "Just
