THIRD PERSON POV (NARRATOR'S POV)

The glass doors parted, and Rohan Callahan stepped inside like he owned the air itself. His cane clicked once against the polished floor, and at once the entire lobby seemed to shift—workers froze mid-step, mid-conversation, heads bowing as though they were greeting a king. The silence was suffocating.

Abigail noticed first as her eyes widened, then dropped instantly, her hands clutching the file at her chest. Aria, beside her, only frowned, ...