ALIANA

The office feels wrong the moment I step in. I can't point out what it is but it just feels edgy and tensed all over the atmosphere.

Like the air itself is holding its breath.

Conversations stop when I walk past. Screens minimize too fast. Heads lift, then drop. Someone knocks over a pen and jumps like it fired a gun.

I slow my steps.

“Why does everyone look like they’re waiting for the apocalypse or a bomb is about to go off?” I ask.

Jenna appears beside me, eyes wide. “Because there's trouble already in the lobby.”

I blink. “That’s dramatic. What's in the lobby?”

She grabs my...