POV: Chloe

The summons buzzed through my desk intercom. Tristan's clipped, professional voice asked me to bring the quarterly reports to his office. Nothing out of the ordinary for a Tuesday at Blackwood Industries. Except...

Ethan had left the building twenty minutes ago. And Tristan never handled quarterly reports himself. I gathered the folders anyway, smoothing my skirt before standing. Tristan's office door was cracked open.

"Come in, Chloe." He spoke before I even knocked, his voice curling around my name. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. He wasn't at his desk. Instead, he stood near the far wall—the one bordering my office—with his palm pressed flat against...