Zayden’s POVThe next morning, the office felt colder than usual.Or maybe it was just her.Rielle sat at her desk, posture straight, eyes glued to the computer screen. Normally, she’d greet me with that small, unguarded smile — the one that always softened the start of my day. But this time, she didn’t even look up when I walked in.“Morning,” I said, setting my briefcase down.“Good morning, sir,” she replied, voice polite. Distant.Sir.That was new. Or maybe it wasn’t — maybe I’d just gotten too used to hearing my name in her softer tone, the one that felt less like formality and more like something else.I stood there for a moment, waiting for her to say something else, but she didn’t. Just kept typing, fingers moving quickly, like the keys were an escape.“Rielle,” I said finally.She paused, but didn’t look up. “Yes?”“About yesterday—”“There’s nothing to talk about,” she cut in quietly. “You don’t owe me an explanation, Mr. Wolfe.”Mr. Wolfe.The title landed heavier than it
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