Cain's office was quiet, the sounds of the AC filling the stillness as he signed off a few papers on his desk. His pen scratched against the document with practiced precision when a knock interrupted him. Without looking up, Cain called, "Come in."
The door swung open and in stepped Reenee, dressed sharply in a fitted cream blazer and pencil skirt, her posture radiating confidence as she closed the door behind her. Cain lifted his gaze, hiding his mild surprise.
"Reenee," he said evenly, placing his pen down. "Did we have a meeting scheduled?"
She smiled faintly, the kind of smile that was polite but sharp-edged. "No, we didn't. I just thought we should talk."
Cain leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. His instincts warned him she hadn't come for casual conversation. "Alright. What's on your mind?"
Reenee exhaled slowly, as though steadying herself before delivering something important. Then, her words dropped like a stone into still water.
