Gavin found her the next afternoon, not in her office but in the small kitchenette on the fourteenth floor, where Elena had taken to hiding for ten minutes at a time when the walls of her own office felt too much like a fishbowl.
"I have something," he said, sliding into the seat across from her and setting his laptop down with the careful, over-casual air of a man who knew he was being watched by at least two people who shouldn't have been watching. "And I have to be honest with you — I don't love what it looks like."
Elena set down her coffee. "Tell me."
"The signature's real. Serena Croft does have signing authority — but not the kind she's using it for. She's cleared for internal admin changes. Nothing client-facing, nothing contract-related." He turned the screen toward her, a wall
