“Sir, there’s a memo from Veil Holdings. It mentions an anonymous evaluation.”
She slid a tablet across the table, the screen glowing with an email: “Customer experience audit in progress.”
Gavin’s face froze, his fingers hovering over the tablet. He scanned the words, then shoved it back.
“This is nonsense,” he said, but his voice cracked, betraying a flicker of doubt.
Tanya glanced at Elliot, her eyes narrowing as if she sensed something shifting.
The junior staffer’s pen stopped tapping, his gaze fixed on the floor like he knew something no one else did.
Lysandra, meanwhile, was in a cab, her backpack on the seat beside her.
The driver, an older guy with a thick Boston accent, glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “Rough day, huh?”
he said, nodding at her bag. She smiled, just a little, and said: “You could say that.”
Her phone buzzed again. Another text from Claire: “They’re scrambling. Email went out. You ready for tomorrow?”
