Monday morning at Krosmetics Headquarters felt wrong from the very first step.
Kro noticed it the moment she walked through the entrance. The building was the same. The polished floors still reflected the office lights, the employees still murmured greetings, the elevators still opened and closed with mechanical precision. Yet after everything the weekend had unearthed, the place no longer felt familiar. It felt like a stage where everyone had already taken their positions, waiting for the next act of some cruel performance.
She had made a decision the night before.
If she could not outrun her thoughts, then she would bury them under work.
