Kian Ramsey stared at his computer screen, brow furrowed in frustration. The email from Lyra Moreau sat open in front of him, seemingly containing nothing but an empty attachment.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, clicking through the document again.
Nothing. Just a blank page. He slammed his mouse down harder than intended, drawing glances from nearby colleagues.
Had she even tried to solve the problem? Kian rubbed his tired eyes and sighed deeply. This was exactly what he'd expected - another example of the nepotism that had brought her here in the first place.
Across the office, Owen Barrett paced nervously, phone pressed to his ear. His normally composed demeanor had crumbled over the past forty-eight hours. When he finally hung up, his face was ashen.
"Everyone, gather round," Owen called, his voice strained.
The team assembled quickly, tension thick in the air. Lyra's desk remained conspicuously empty.
