The next morning was the hardest day I had ever had to drag myself to work. Every single step toward the office felt like pulling an unyielding weight.
When the doors to the executive suite slid open, the atmosphere inside was so cold it felt as though the air itself had frozen solid. Mason was already sitting behind his desk.
"Sit," he said, not even looking up.
His voice didn't carry the roaring, thunderous fury, nor did it possess the terrifying register of his threats. It was completely flat. Emotionless. Dead. He kept his eyes locked on his laptop screen as the single command left his lips.
I moved like a hollow shell, my limbs stiff as I sat silently across from him. The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, punctuated only by the soft, mechanical hum of the serv
