The office was dimly lit, the only sounds coming from the rhythmic tapping of keys and the occasional rustle of paper. Kim and Jane were sitting side by side, sifting through Madison's files. But despite the serious nature of their work, an undercurrent of tension was thick in the air. It was undeniable—the atmosphere between them had shifted.

Kim had noticed it earlier but had chosen to focus on the task at hand. He couldn’t afford to be distracted, not now. But as the hours wore on, he ...