The hallway held its breath.

Every employee within earshot had gone quiet, phones lowered, conversations abandoned mid sentence, all of them watching to see which way Killian would turn. Mara clearly expected only one answer. She stepped toward Olivia with the easy confidence of a woman who had never once lost this particular game.

"Since you enjoy creating scenes." Mara's smile was sharp as glass, gesturing toward the overturned bucket still sitting where it had landed the day before. "You can stay behind after hours and clean every hallway in this building yourself. And your pay will be docked for the disturbance you caused."

Olivia's mouth opened, some protest rising...