Jack pushed open the heavy glass door to his office, his mind still shadowed by Cain's earlier insinuations. The conversation had left a faint but persistent sting, like an ember pressed to his ribs, but he buried it beneath his usual composed mask.
The faint scent of coffee room perfume lingered in the air, mingling with the clean, faintly metallic tang of the air-conditioning. He spotted Selena and Reenee instantly, both exactly where he had left them before stepping out. Selena sat with her legs crossed, hands folded neatly over her lap, her blonde hair falling across her shoulder as she glanced up from a file she had been reviewing. Reenee sat a little more casually, her blazer draped over the back of her chair, posture open in the way of someone already making herself at home.
Selena's gaze lifted to him first, her brow knitting ever so slightly. "Everything okay?" she asked, her voice steady but carrying a trace of curiosity.
