Anya’s POV
Orion didn’t come to my office again. Not even a knock on the door. Just his voice through the intercom—calm, distant, almost… polite.
He told me I could leave for the day.
For a moment, I actually thought I heard him wrong. Orion never did something like that. He wasn’t the type to hand out early dismissals, especially not to me. But he repeated it, his tone clipped and formal, as if he was reading from a script he didn’t want anyone to question.
Then he added, almost like an afterthought, that I should go to the hospital to get my hand checked before heading home.
I just sat there blinking at the speaker, waiting to see if he would say anything else. He didn’t. The line clicked off, leaving me with this strange feeling in my chest—a mix of confusion and… something I didn’
