The next morning came with a heavy silence. Adam had barely slept. Every word from Emily’s call echoed in his head, It changes everything. He reached the office early, his mind trapped between curiosity and fear.
When Emily arrived, she looked different. Her usual calm was replaced by a quiet tension. She greeted him softly and avoided meeting his eyes as they began their morning tasks.
Mr. Johnson had already left for his trip. The office felt emptier, yet the air was heavier than ever.
By noon, Emily finally turned to him. “Can we talk after lunch? Somewhere private.”
Adam nodded, his throat too dry to speak.
They met in the small meeting room at the far end of the building. The blinds were half-drawn, letting in narrow stripes of su
