|Javier|
“Where’s Katherine?” I asked the moment I stepped into my office, my voice sharper than I intended. I’d been expecting her—imagining she’d be sitting there, waiting for me. Instead, the space felt oddly empty, almost hollow.
Billy, who trailed in behind me, froze at the question. From the look on his face, he was just as confused as I was. Our lunch was already laid out on the table by the glass wall, two plates positioned neatly across from each other, the city’s restless heartbeat pulsing beyond the window. But her chair sat vacant, untouched.
“She was just here earlier, Sir Javier,” Billy said after a moment, his eyes darting between the table and me as if the explanation might materialize there.
A muscle in my jaw ticked. I slipped my phone from my coat pocket and dialed h
