Chapter 71
The employee section buzzed with morning rhythm — phones chiming, heels clicking, voices overlapping in brisk conversation.
"Format it this way."
"Please go submit it to room 114."
"Okay, if you take from here…"
Laughter threaded through the air as files changed hands and screens flickered awake, the scent of coffee mingling with cologne and polished wood. It was the kind of organized chaos that meant the day had fully begun — a hum that made the building itself seem alive.
Elodie stepped out from one of the office doors, files in hand as usual. Her hair fell smooth against her shoulders, swinging with her stride, while a small, irritated frown pressed her face into focus. She let out a sigh. The stack in her arms needed formatting — all of it — and she had only herself to blame.
