Elena's POV
Two weeks passed.
Nothing unusual happened.
At least... nothing I could prove.
The security around the executive floor had returned to its normal, seamless state, and the chaos of that terrible Monday morning seemed like a fading nightmare. But once you notice a crack in a pristine wall, you can't unsee it. I began noticing small, unsettling details I would have ignored a month ago.
The main one was simple: Mr. Knight disappeared every Thursday evening.
His digital schedule always showed the exact same entry from 6:00 PM onward: Private Meetings.
No location.
No client names.
No external corporate entities listed.
Just... Private.
One Thursday around five o'clock, as I was cross-referencing the week's operational expenses, I finally asked Parker.
"Who is he meeting
