The three exchanged a quick series of confused glances, then silently fell in step behind Calista as she led them deeper into the building.
They passed through quiet corridors, the building growing dimmer and more deserted, until she stopped at a familiar oak door.
Inside was Calista's office. The place was cramped and cluttered, overflowing with stacked documents, maps, sealed envelopes, and overfilled cabinets.
Wade had never been here before, and even though he'd been expecting something like this, this was even more suffocating than he'd expected.
Calista crossed to her desk and sat, folding her hands with a tired exhale. "Sit."
There were only two chairs. Rowan and Ingrid took them automatically, while Wade remained standing behind them, arms loose at his sides.
He watched Calista carefully as she reached for a folder, her posture stiff and expression blank.
She flipped through the folder in silence, page after page rustling under her fingers.
