Brielle's POVThe silence after my desperate shout was thick and unstable. Richter’s face, framed by the door, wasn’t angry anymore. He was looking past me, past the guards, past the terrified receptionist, using my warning to confirm his own internal suspicion.He stepped back slowly into his office, leaving the door wide open. His voice, when it came, was low and deep. “Get in here, Ms. Julliard. Guards, wait outside. If anyone approaches this door, you alert the police. Do you understand?”The guards nodded immediately, looking relieved to have clear, non-physical orders.I stumbled into the office, my legs shaking now that the adrenaline was gone. Richter walked back to his desk, but didn’t sit down. He gestured toward the expensive leather chair opposite his desk, a sign that I was, reluctantly, allowed to be in his presence.I sat, clutching my backpack like a life raft.Richter didn't waste time on small talk. He stood over me, his face granite-hard. “That phrase—They are watc
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