Freya
After a quiet weekend, Monday morning arrived with cruel punctuality.
I stepped into Stone Lake Tower at eight sharp, my heels clicking across the marble floor. From the outside, nothing had changed—same glass walls, same sharp-suited executives bowing their heads when they saw me, the Gamma who kept the Alpha's empire from collapsing under its own weight.
Inside, though, I was already halfway gone. The resignation papers had been signed. My place here was a countdown, not a future.
Still, old habits died hard. I poured myself into my work, lining up Jasper's schedule, preparing notes for the board meeting that afternoon, and running through the usual tasks that only I could do with precision. By nine, I was heading toward his office with a folder in hand.
The door w
