The automated door to the marketing department slid open as Riven marched fiercely into the open office space. The workers froze at their stations, their eyes following him.

None greeted him as usual—his sharp, dangerous expression told them he was in no mood for pleasantries. Many had seen that look before and knew it meant trouble for someone. A silent tension filled the air as if everyone were hoping not to be the unlucky target.

The only one who dared to approach was Vela.

“Darling, ...