My reunion with Ivan could be traced back to three days earlier.
I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows on the 35th floor of a downtown Caldwell high-rise, watching the traffic below move like columns of ants.
14 straight hours of high-intensity work had my temples throbbing. My reflection in the glass looked tired but still polished. I was Evelyn Reid, the youngest senior project manager in the company's history. It took me five years to claw my way to this position in a multinational corporation riddled with gender bias and backstabbing politics.
Then, staring at my own reflection, an inexplicable chill shot up my spine.
Behind me, in the darkness, a figure had appeared without a sound. One that made my skin crawl.
I would never forget that face.
"Working late?"
The man's voice w
