The office was too quiet for Luara's taste. Cassian remained there, sitting at the side desk, analyzing reports as if he were a natural part of that environment. But he wasn't. Nothing about him seemed spontaneous. The impeccable posture, the way he controlled every gesture, the obsessive attention to details… everything screamed intention.

She tried to focus on her own papers, but her mind always circled back to the same uncomfortable question:

Why was Cassian really ...