Elena's POV
I stared at the envelope.
Unmoved.
Except I was.
I could feel it in my bones.
I tucked it away, said nothing.
Later, when Mariah walked in with her usual notepad and smile, I watched her closely.
She handed me the reports like everything was normal.
I flipped through them casually.
"Did you happen to stop by my office earlier?" I asked—soft, casual.
Mariah blinked. "No. I just got in about twenty minutes ago. Is something wrong?"
I shook my head. "Just thought I misplaced something."
Her smile didn't waver. "Well, if you need me to look for it—"
"No," I cut in gently. "It's fine."
She nodded and left the room.
But something about her eyes lingered. Too calm. Too knowing.
She knew I was watching her.
And she wanted me to question myself.
I waited a full minute after Mariah left before unlocking the drawer again.
The envelope still sat there. Untouched.
I hadn't imagined it.
But there was no proof.
No footage. No fingerprint. No one saw anything.
