The door opened.
Mr. Johnson stepped in, still speaking into his phone. His voice was calm, but his presence filled the room. Emily froze, her eyes flicking toward Adam for a single second before she composed herself.
“...Yes, I will handle that first thing tomorrow,” Mr. Johnson said into the phone. He nodded once, then hung up. His gaze swept across the room, resting briefly on Adam, then on his wife. “I thought you had left already.”
Emily smiled faintly, her voice steady though her hands trembled by her side. “I was just checking if Adam needed anything before I left. He looked like he was still working.”
Mr. Johnson’s eyes narrowed slightly. “That is thoughtful of you.” He turned to Adam. “How is the report coming along?”
Adam’s throat w
