Elena's POV
The moment I stepped into the office, eyes turned.
Whispers followed.
I felt them like cold daggers slicing through the air.
Some friendly. Some not.
But all watching.
Waiting.
I tightened my grip on my bag.
If someone was watching, I would watch back.
Later, I called Mariah back into my office.
She stepped in, her expression calm as always.
"I wanted to ask…" I began, keeping my tone light. "The night I got that last package—did you see anyone come into my office?"
Mariah blinked, then slowly shook her head. "No, Miss Marlowe. I actually left right after I showed you the package."
My brows lifted slightly.
"I got an urgent call," she added. "Family stuff. I meant to tell you, but everything was moving so fast, I—"
"It's fine," I said quickly, forcing a small smile. "Just trying to piece things together."
She nodded. "I understand. If I had seen anything, I would've said something."
"I know," I said.
She gave me a tight smile, then turned to leave.
