Genevieve

I heard the office door click shut behind me; the silence of the room was loud. My eyes were burning from lack of sleep, and my mind was stuck on the empty desk I’d passed on the way in. Marcus hadn’t shown up. No call, no email—just an empty chair where he usually used to be.

“Where is he?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur didn’t look up from his laptop. He looked perfectly composed, the silver of his watch catching the morning light as he scrolled. “He won’t be returning, Genevieve. I’ve handled the situation.”

Warning bells went off in my head. “Handled it how?...