Ayla's POV
I reluctantly sank back into my seat and tried to focus on my screen, but my eyes kept drifting toward Lina's desk.
She looked normal. Too normal. Typing, organizing, occasionally answering quiet questions from the other assistants. No visible signs of anything unusual. No tension. No urgency.
Which somehow made my unease worse.
Slowly, I rolled my chair toward hers, a folder balanced in my hands. I kept my voice casual. Professional. Like I had a reason to be there beyond my own restless thoughts.
"Hey," I said lightly. "You know… earlier… when you went up to the general manager's office."
Lina glanced up. "Yes."
"How was it," I asked, pretending to scan the papers in my hand. "Anything urgent coming up today?"
She shrugged slightly. "Not really. Just the usual. She didn't say much."
I nodded, as if that answered something important. "She seemed fine then."
"Fine," Lina replied. "Calm. Cold. Those scary eyes. Like always."
