That morning, the atmosphere at the GHANA office felt different. Usually, Sheena arrived with a calm expression and a professional demeanor, but this time her steps were fast, her jaw set, and her eyes cold. Sean, who saw her from behind the reception desk, immediately stood up.

“Miss Sheena?” Sean called softly. “Did something happen?”

Sheena gave Sean a brief look. “Call Gevan to the meeting room. Now.”

Her tone left no room for refusal.

Sean swallowed hard, then nodded. “Alright.”

A few minutes later, Gevan entered the meeting room with a flat expression. He even smiled faintly when he saw Sheena standing near the window.

“You called for me?”...