Third Person POV, After lunch, the tone shifted.Trevor, Sienna, and Susan rode the elevator back up to the eighth floor, arms full of files, notes, and half drunk iced coffees. They moved with a steady rhythm, the kind that only came from doing something repeatedly, every day for the past two weeks, like clockwork, they had made this same walk into Knox’s office to update him on the Evanston Mayor’s Office investigation.Today was no different.Knox was already there, deep in work, his sleeves rolled up, glasses low on his nose as he flipped through a set of spreadsheets. The sound of two knocks, sharp and familiar, broke through the hum of the office.“Come in,” he called, not even looking up.The trio entered. Sienna stepped in first, exuding quiet confidence. She wore flare style pants that hugged her waist and a cream and coffee brown fitted collared shirt. Her braided updo was sleek and fresh, makeup soft but intentional. She looked radiant.Knox glanced up and, of course, noti
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