The steady scratching of a pen against paper filled the air, accompanied by the occasional rustle of documents being turned. Elion sat behind his large desk, immersed in his work, his sharp eyes flickering across the papers before him. His fingers moved with precision, flipping through pages, signing where necessary, and making notes in the margins.
Across the room, Raelynn sat on the plush leather couch, her posture slightly slouched as she idly scrolled through her phone. Her thumb moved over the screen, but she wasn't really reading anything. Her mind kept drifting back to the document she had found earlier—the one with her personal information in it.
Her stomach felt strangely unsettled. Why did he have that file? Had he investigated her? If so, how long had he been keeping it?
