Chapter 129 The Watcher

• The office was too quiet. The city below moved as it always did sirens in the distance, the hum of traffic, life rushing forward but inside the glass walls of Wellington Holdings, everything felt still. Leo sat behind his desk, the curtains drawn halfway, a single beam of sunlight cutting across the dark wood and stopping at his hands.
• Hands that wouldn’t stop trembling.
• He’d spent most of the morning pretending to work signing documents he hadn’t read, staring at emails he wouldn’t send. The only image that kept replaying was Zara’s face from last night, the way her lips trembled when she whispered I remember.