Monday afternoon feels deceptively calm—like the office is holding its breath, waiting. The hum of printers, the soft clack of keyboards, even the muted laughter from the design team… everything sounds normal.

But something is wrong.

I feel it before I hear it.

A shift in the air.

A subtle hush when I walk past.

A pair of eyes that linger too long.

A whisper that cuts off the moment I turn.

My stomach tightens.

I drop into my chair, log into my computer, and try to tell myself it’s ...