The following morning, Lawson Holdings carried on as though nothing had changed. Employees hurried through the marble lobby with cups of coffee in hand. Elevators opened and closed in a steady rhythm. Assistants reviewed schedules while department heads prepared for another demanding day. To everyone else, it was business as usual.
Only two people sensed that something significant was about to happen.
Peter had barely slept.
Caro had barely breathed.
From the moment she arrived, an uneasy feeling settled over her. She could not explain it, but every instinct warned her that the silence between her and Peter was nearing its end. Ever since the previous evening, his unusual calmness had lingered in her thoughts. He had thanked her for her work. He had watched her differently. Not with suspicion or guarded restraint, but with an unreadable expression that frightened her far more.
