POV: Siena Blake and Lucian Voss

Siena Blake

The office felt different today. Not just in a small, forgettable way, like a flicker of cold air or the quiet hum of a new machine. It felt different deep down, like the walls themselves had shifted during the night, like something unseen had moved through the space while no one was looking and left behind a silence that didn’t quite belong.

I walked in that morning expecting the usual: clipped greetings from the front desk, the rhythmic tapping of keyboards, the gentle hum of printers, and the low murmur of voices exchanging numbers and tasks. But as I stepped into the...