Elena’s POV

The secretary’s scream echoed across Matthews’ office before I even reached the building.

It wasn’t real fear — more like panic. By the time I stepped inside, the scene had already unfolded.

The poor woman had jolted forward, tea spilling from her hands in a full arc before she twisted awkwardly and dropped the entire tray. Half the cup splashed across Matthews’ shirt.

The other half soaked straight through the lunchbox I had packed for him that morning. He stood ...