Athena's fingers moved steadily over the keyboard, the soft hum of the air conditioner and the faint ticking of the clock the only sounds keeping her company.
Her office smelled faintly of disinfectant and coffee—a scent she had grown so used to, it was almost comforting. Papers lay neatly stacked on her desk, her tablet open beside them, and her glasses perched halfway down her nose as she worked on the latest medical report for the hospital board.
It had been three days since Kael's threatening text, about a certain gift, and so far, there had been nothing. Just the usual throng of patients streaming into the hospital, though that had been kept under control.
She had almost convinced herself that the message had been nothing more than psychological warfare—a scare tactic, a cruel joke meant to rattle her.
Still, her gut refused to rest easy.
