When Nash opened his eyes, the light was already fading.
It pulled back from the walls and the ceiling, then slid off the desk, gathering around Victoria's body until there was only a thin, golden line left along her shoulders. Then, that vanished too. The office went back to being exactly what it was half an hour ago: dark wood, leather chairs, and that cup of tea she hadn't even finished.
Nash stayed still and listened.
The hallway was dead quiet. No one was running around. Nobody was banging on the door asking why the boss's office had just lit up like a supernova, bright enough to be seen from the parking lot.
Through the wall, he could hear a printer being used and two employees arguing about some delivery. Just the usual, boring noise of a normal workday.
Seriously? Nobody saw that?
