Grace’s POV.The next morning, the 50th floor felt like a mausoleum.I walked out of the private elevator at 8:00 AM, holding two coffees, and the silence hit me instantly. Usually, the air up here buzzed with a quiet, efficient energy—the sound of typing, the soft hum of the printer, the polite murmur of Emily managing my impossible schedule and coordinating with the departments downstairs.Today, there was nothing.Emily’s desk, which stood like a sentinel next to mine outside Sebastian’s heavy double doors, was stripped bare. The personal touches—the framed photo of her parents, the small ceramic cat she used as a paperweight, the hidden stash of peppermint tea she thought I didn't know about—were all gone.All that remained was the sleek, black computer monitor, a sanitized keyboard, and a stillness that made the air feel thin.I walked past it, a knot tightening in my stomach. It felt like walking past a crime scene where the body had been removed but the ghost remained.Inside t
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