Ivy stood frozen in the hallway for a long moment, the document in her hand suddenly feeling very heavy, torn between walking away and confronting whatever she'd just overheard directly.

She knocked instead, deliberate and audible, giving Reagan enough warning to end the call before Ivy stepped fully into view.

"Ivy." Reagan's voice was carefully neutral, though something tight had settled behind her eyes. "I wasn't expecting you."

"I heard part of your call." Ivy kept her voice steady, direct. "You were talking to Weston Holt. About an offer."

Reagan's jaw tightened, and for a long moment she said nothing, the silence stretching taut and uncomfortable between them.

"It's not...