Elle’s POV
Something’s off with Jordan.
I can feel it.
He isn’t saying much, but his silence is loud.
He looks at me like he’s trying to read a secret off my face.
And every time he does, my stomach knots up.
“Morning,” I said when I passed his office.
He looked up slow, eyes sharp but quiet. “Morning.”
That’s all. No smile. No joke.
Just that stare that lasted a second too long.
I forced myself to keep walking, pretending to check something on my phone. I could feel his eyes follow me all the way out the door.
Something’s changed.
And I hate not knowing what.
Around noon, he called me to his office.
His tone was calm. Too calm.
“Got a minute?” he said.
“Sure,” I answered, though every part of me wanted to say no.
He gestured to the chair across from him. “Sit.”
I sat, cl
