로그인The office felt heavier than usual.Lena’s hands hovered over her keyboard, unsure if she could focus. “I don’t want any more messages from that unknown number,” she whispered to herself, almost afraid the walls might listen.Mason’s voice cut through the space between their desks. “I heard what happened.”She looked up, startled. “You… you know?”“I know enough,” he said, leaning against the doorframe. His tone was calm, but every word carried weight.“I don’t need you to get involved,” Lena said, trying to mask the relief that fluttered in her chest.He smiled slightly. “That’s not your choice.”Her eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?”“I’m your CEO,” he said simply. “And you’re under my protection. Officially.”The words made her chest tighten, and a strange warmth spread through her.“You don’t understand…” she began.“Try me,” he interrupted gently.She hesitated, swallowing hard. “It’s… it’s Evan. He’s been spreading rumors. HR… they called me in this morning.”Mason’s jaw tightened subt
The phone was still warm in her hand.“I don’t want any more messages from that unknown number,” Lena said under her breath.Mason looked up immediately. “What did you say?”She locked the screen too quickly. “Nothing.”His eyes narrowed slightly. “That didn’t sound like nothing.”“It’s just…” She exhaled slowly. “Spam.”“Show me.”“No.”The refusal came out sharper than she intended.Silence stretched between them.Mason leaned back in his chair, studying her. “You’re hiding something.”“I’m protecting myself.”“From me?”The question caught her off guard.“No.”“Then from what?”She didn’t answer.Because she didn’t know how to explain a message that knew what she had just dreamed.Her fingers tightened around the phone.“Lena,” he said more quietly this time.She shook her head. “Please don’t push.”He held her gaze for a moment longer.Then he nodded once.“Fine.”But the tension didn’t leave the room.It shifted.Settled somewhere deeper.---Morning came with noise.Phones ringi
The hallway lights were still red.“Did you hear that?” Lena whispered.Mason didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the stairwell door at the far end of the corridor, his body angled slightly in front of hers like an instinct he hadn’t bothered hiding.“Yes,” he said quietly.The echo of the footsteps still lingered in the silence, bouncing faintly through the empty floor. Lena’s fingers curled against the fabric of his sleeve before she even realized she had reached for him.“Maybe it’s just security,” she murmured.“Maybe,” he replied.But he didn’t move.Neither did she.The closeness between them from a moment ago hadn’t faded. If anything, the tension had grown heavier in the quiet, wrapping around them like the dim red light itself.“You’re still shaking,” Mason said.“I’m not.”“You are.”She exhaled slowly and forced her hands to relax. “Adrenaline.”“That’s not all.”His voice dropped slightly on the last words.Her heartbeat stumbled.The stairwell door remaine
The door clicked open down the hallway.“Did you hear that?” Lena whispered.“Yes.”Mason’s hand tightened around hers without thinking. The red emergency lights cast long shadows across the glass walls, turning the office into something unfamiliar.Another sound followed. Slow. Measured.Footsteps.Lena’s pulse jumped into her throat. “You said the building was empty.”“It was.”The footsteps echoed again, closer this time, rubber soles against polished tile.Mason released her hand only long enough to reach for his phone. No signal.Of course.“Stay behind me,” he said quietly.“I’m not hiding,” she replied, though her voice shook slightly.He glanced at her. Even now, stubborn.“This isn’t about pride.”“I know.”The footsteps stopped.Silence expanded, thick and suffocating.Mason moved toward the door of his office, every step deliberate. Lena followed despite his earlier instruction, her fingers brushing the back of his shirt like she needed proof he was still there.The hallway
The photo stayed on the screen between them.“They were outside my apartment,” Lena whispered.Mason’s voice came out low and steady. “And they wanted me to see that.”She swallowed. “So what now?”He didn’t answer immediately. He stepped closer to her instead, close enough that she could feel the tension radiating from him like heat off concrete.“We don’t go home tonight,” he said finally.Her head snapped up. “What?”“They know where you live. They’ve been watching. We stay here.”“In the office?”“Yes.”The word was firm, controlled. Not a suggestion.She hesitated, then looked down at the image again. The timestamp was from less than an hour ago.Her stomach twisted.“Fine,” she said quietly.---The building had emptied out by ten.The usual hum of printers and muted conversations was gone. The hallway lights dimmed automatically, casting the office in soft amber shadows.Lena sat at the conference table while Mason made a call from his office. His voice was clipped, professiona
The phone kept ringing.“Don’t answer it,” Mason said quietly.Lena’s fingers trembled around the device. “What if it’s important?”“It is,” he replied. “That’s the problem.”The screen glowed between them like a challenge. Unknown number. No name. Just that empty space where certainty should have been.Her breathing had turned shallow, almost fragile. He could hear it. He hated that he could hear it.“It could make this worse if I ignore it,” she whispered.“It’s already worse,” he said, his jaw tightening.The ringing stopped.Silence rushed in, loud and sharp.For a second, neither of them moved. Then the phone buzzed again, but this time it wasn’t a call. It was a voicemail notification.Lena looked up at him. Her eyes weren’t panicked anymore. They were exhausted.“I’m so tired,” she admitted.The words did something to him. Something heavier than anger.“Give me the phone,” he said.She hesitated.That hesitation cut deeper than it should have.He extended his hand anyway. “Lena
The street felt louder than it should have.“Why are you here?” Lena asked, her voice tight.Evan’s smile didn’t move his eyes.“Relax. I just wanted to see you.”She took a step back without thinking.The pavement felt unsteady beneath her flats.Every instinct told her to run, but her legs didn’t
The door stayed closed.“Who is that?” Lena asked, her voice barely steady.Mason didn’t answer right away.His hand dropped from the door handle as if touching it had burned him.The silence stretched long enough to hurt.“I’ll handle it,” he said.He opened the door just enough to step outside an
Morning arrived quietly, like it didn’t want to be noticed.“Why did you do that?”Mason looked up from the kitchen counter where his coffee sat untouched.Lena stood in the doorway, arms folded tight against herself, eyes sharp despite the exhaustion clinging to her face.The tension between them
The car door had barely closed behind Lena when a voice said her name.“Lena.”She froze.The quiet outside her apartment building felt thinner than it should have, like paper stretched too tight.The engine of Mason’s car was still running behind her, a low hum she hadn’t yet decided was comfort o







