Freya
The executive floor was eerily quiet when I stepped off the elevator. Timothy's office door was closed, but light spilled from beneath it. At least one competent person was still working.
When I reached what had been my office—the command center from which I'd run Stone Lake's operations for eight years—I found it stripped bare. Not even my plants remained. A clear message: I had been erased.
Artemis growled inside me, bristling at the insult. I soothed her with a promise. *We're not staying. This changes nothing.*
I continued to Jasper's office, pausing at the threshold in absolute shock. The formerly elegant space, with its tasteful gray walls and masculine furniture, had been transformed into something from a teenage girl's fantasy. Bright Pink and mint green paint a
