I stepped off the elevator onto the research department floor, immediately sensing the tension in the air. Conversations halted as I walked past. Colleagues who'd greeted me warmly just yesterday now avoided eye contact. News traveled fast at Ricardo Group.
Jessica, one of my team members, rushed over as I approached our section. "Juliana, thank goodness you're here." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "Something's wrong. Miles has been in his office all morning looking worried sick."
"Where's everyone else?" I asked, noticing several empty desks.
"Administrative called them in for questioning about the designs." Jessica twisted her hands anxiously. "They've been grilling people for hours."
Before I could respond, someone cleared their throat behind me. I turned to find Blake Harrison, Liam Ricardo's right-hand man, leaning against the wall with a smug expression.
