NOAH
The morning had started with a heavy, cold feeling in my stomach. It wasn't something I could think my way out of.
It was just there, sitting below my ribs like a stone I'd swallowed. Nick's words from two days ago kept playing on a loop, his voice thin and sharp, cutting through the quiet of my memory.
You've been fucking him.
Not unless it benefits me.
Information is like water; once it's out, you can't exactly put it back in the bottle. And in Nick's hands, information was never just a fact.
It was a weapon. I spent the first few hours at my desk performing the act of working. I moved files. I answered emails. I stared at spreadsheets until the numbers blurred into gray lines.
To anyone walking by, I looked like a productive employee. On the inside, I was a mess of tangled wires.
