It started with whispers.
And stares.
I noticed it the moment I stepped out of the breakroom, the way conversations suddenly stalled, the way my colleagues looked suspiciously at me, stealing glances.
Something was definitely off.
The tension thickened with every step back to my desk. My heart picked up speed, even before I saw the email blinking on my screen.
Subject: Missing Green-Villa File
From: Legal team
My phone blinked immediately and I saw Haley's text.
My office. Now.
I didn't even have time to read the email, let alone process it. I stood up, my legs somehow carrying me down the hall even as dread hollowed out my chest.
When I walked in, Haley didn't waste time.
She was standing, arms folded, posture rigid like she'd been waiting to pounce.
"Where is it?" she demanded, skipping any greeting.
"Where is what?"
"The Green-Villa proposal file," she snapped. "The one that was locked in my cabinet yesterday. You were the last one to come into my office."
