The glass doors of CrossCorp slid shut behind Sienna with a hiss that felt more personal than mechanical.
Her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor of the lobby moments earlier, but now the silence outside swallowed the sound entirely.
The cold air hit her skin as she stepped onto the sidewalk, but she barely noticed it. Her thoughts were spiralling, replaying the confrontation in Damien Cross's office—his face unreadable, his words curt, but his implication clear.
He was involved. With Ryan. Somehow. And she was going to find out how.
She pulled out her phone, the screen lighting up with the time—4:12 PM. Without hesitating, she hit Ryan's name.
He picked up on the third ring, his voice casual, almost too casual. "Hey."
"Where are you?" she asked, slipping into the back seat of her car. Her tone wasn't accusatory. Yet.
"Home," he replied quickly. "Just got out of the shower. Why?"
Sienna's brows drew together. "I'm coming over."
