Her green eyes reflected weeks of exhaustion and quiet anxiety. Working nights as a cleaner for one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she was used to emptiness and silence—but nothing had prepared her for what this night would bring.
The company’s CEO, Nathaniel Grant, was infamous for his distant, intimidating presence. Tall, sharp-featured, always impeccably dressed, he inspired fear more than admiration. Emily had worked in the building for months and avoided him whenever possible.
On the rare occasions they crossed paths, he barely acknowledged her existence. That night, though, routine had been broken. Her supervisor, Carlos Rivera, had asked her to stay late to clean the executive floor.
“This needs to be done tonight,” Carlos told her seriously. “Mr. Grant requested someone reliable. Confidential work. No mistakes.”
Emily agreed, though unease settled in her chest as the elevator carried her upward. The floor was deserted, lit only by humming fluorescent lights and the echo of her footsteps. She worked methodically until she reached Nathaniel Grant’s office. The door was ajar—something that never happened.
She hesitated, then pushed it open—and froze.