The storm didn’t come crashing down all at once it arrived in quiet fragments. A leaked memo here, a whisper in a corridor there, and soon, the entire company pulsed with unease. Everyone seemed to know something that Amelia didn’t. Or perhaps, they wanted her to feel that way.

When she stepped into the elevator that morning, she could already sense it. The stillness. The unspoken. The sort of silence that hums with judgment. She caught her reflection in the chrome walls calm, composed, ...