The Unspoken Accord
The Poison Drip
The air in the Integrity Ventures office had changed overnight. It was subtle, a hesitation in the morning greetings, averted eyes over coffee machines, the faint, frantic clicking of browser tabs being closed as Mimi walked past open workstations. It was the smell of a secret everyone knew.
Uche, her assistant, was waiting by her office door, a tablet clutched to his chest like a shield. His usually cheerful face was pale.
“They’re… proliferating, ma’am,” he said softly, handing her the device.