For a second, she looked like she had been caught doing something she shouldn’t.
“I—what?” she said quickly. “What are you talking about?”
Lena raised an eyebrow.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”
“I wasn’t—”
“Lana.”
Just her name.
Soft.
Knowing.
Lana looked away, trying to recover her composure.
“I don’t know what you think you saw—”
“He resigned.”
The words hit like a sudden drop.
Lana turned back to her sharply.
“…what?”
Lena’s expression softened slightly.
“He resigned a few days ago.”
Everything inside Lana stilled.
The noise around the table faded into the background.
Zayn saying something.
Andrea laughing softly.
The clinking of cutlery.
All of it blurred.
“We were sad to let him go,” Lena continued quietly. “Zayn especially. Martin was… exceptional.”
