The moment the door closed behind her, the air in Peter's office shifted into something heavier, tighter, as if the walls themselves were listening. Caro remained standing for a second too long, her fingers gripping the files in her hands, her pulse refusing to slow. "You wanted to see me," she said quietly, forcing her voice into calmness, even as her chest rose and fell too quickly. "Is something wrong?"
Peter did not answer immediately. He stood near the window, his back partially turned, one hand resting against the glass as he stared out at the city below. "Close the door properly," he said at last, his tone calm but carrying an edge that made her stomach tighten. She hesitated only briefly before obeying, the soft click echoing louder than it should. "It is closed," she murmured. "You can talk to me."
