Elisyan leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming against the desk. Her mind was a storm Evan’s actions, his knowledge, his strange reactions to certain things… It didn’t add up.
Had he been investigating her all along? How did he know things only a handful of people should?
A knock at the door interrupted her thoughts. A staff member entered, placing a bouquet on her desk.
Staff Member: This arrived for you, ma’am. From Mr. Morozov.
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