The office’s sterile atmosphere was beginning to suffocate me, so I decided it was time for a breath of fresh air. I stepped outside and meandered around the packhouse, the scent of pine and earth invigorating my senses. As I strolled past the diligent cleaners, their rhythmic movements brought a sense of order to the bustling environment. Eventually, I made my way to the Alpha quarters.
As I approached, I noticed Alan and Nadia lounging in the living room, engaged in quiet conversation. The moment they caught sight of me, Alan called out with a casual wave, his voice slicing through the ambiance of the room.
“What’s up?” I queried, leaning against the doorframe, the cool breeze ruffling my hair.
Nadia wasted no time, tension visible in her posture. “Ivy, we really need you to talk to
