|Javier|
“Where’s Katherine?” I asked the moment I stepped into my office, my voice sharper than I intended. The words cut through the quiet hum of the room, echoing lightly off the sleek glass walls. I had expected her to be there—imagined her sitting across from me, waiting with that calm, composed expression she always carried. But instead, the space felt… empty. Hollow, even.
Billy, who had followed me in moments earlier, froze mid-step. His expression mirrored my confusion, eyebrows knitting together as he hesitated.
Our lunch, meticulously arranged on the polished table by the floor-to-ceiling window, seemed to mock the absence. Two plates gleamed under the soft office lights, positioned precisely across from each other as if anticipating her presence. Outside, the city pulsed wit
