~Jennie’s~

“He’s not dead, Jennie. He’s just Reo.”

That’s what Blair says as she hands me the latest set of investor briefing updates; even her voice is dry and clipped, like she’s trying to move past her own worries. But I can’t. Not when it’s been four days since anyone has heard a word from him.

I sit at my usual desk at the far end of the Cuss Board wing. The glass panels around me shimmer under the sharp office lights, but everything inside me feels dim. Too dim.

The conference room is full of tension, even without him. Maybe especially because of him. Everyone’s trying to pretend like...