The voice on the other end of the line hesitated for a beat before delivering news that struck a chord of unease in Michael Helwart’s chest.

“Someone saw Miss Linsy in the office,” the informant said cautiously. “But... there was no security present. We can’t confirm she’s still there.”

Michael’s brows knitted, his grip tightening on the phone.

A whisper of something, doubt? fear? began gnawing at the edge of his reason. Linsy had never overstepped. Never faltered. She ...