POV — Catriona
10:38 p.m.
The executive floor is silent. The cleaning crew has finished. Some lights are already switched off in the hallway. The city outside the glass walls glows in fractured gold and white. Most of the buildings beside the office are now dark.
Except his office.
Of course.
I knock once.
“Enter.”
Shawn doesn’t look up when I walk in. His jacket is back on. Tie loosened slightly. Laptop open. Phone face down. Controlled. Even at this hour.
“You stayed,” he says.
“You asked me to review the amended contracts.”
“I didn’t ask.”
No. He didn’t. He expected.
I set the file on his desk. “There’s a vulnerability in section nine,” I say.
His eyes lift slowly. “Show me.”
I step closer, leaning slightly over the desk to point at the clause. He doesn’t move away. He doe
