"Luna, have you seen my stapler?" Jenna asked, standing by Luna's desk with a furrowed brow.
"Your stapler?" Luna asked, looking around.
Her eyes flicked to the small pile of office supplies that had been perfectly arranged yesterday.
The stapler was missing, and not just hers. Other things on her desk seemed slightly out of place.
"Yes, I could have sworn I left it right here. Jenna's tone was tense, almost uneasy.
Luna tilted her head, scanning the surrounding area with nice attention.
"Hmm, I haven't seen it, but I can help you look.
She reached for her phone, planning to call security just in case.
As they walked down the aisle between desks, Luna noticed other small irregularities.
A coffee cup that had been on the side table yesterday was now on the window sill.
Papers shuffled in a way that suggested someone had been rifling through them.
Luna's instincts prickled, a quiet warning in the back of her mind.
"Maybe someone borrowed it? Luna suggested carefully.
"You know, a colleague?
Jenna shook her head. "No, not anyone I trust with my desk. This is starting to get weird.
And yesterday, my notebook disappeared for a few hours. Then it showed up under the printer.
Luna's pulse quickened slightly. It was not just a chance. Something, or someone, was moving things around deliberately.
She could sense devious tension in the office air, like whispers traveling just beneath conversation.
"Did anyone else notice anything odd?" Luna asked, lowering her voice.
"I don't know.
I think a few people have been acting differently," Jenna said, glancing around.
"I mean, Mark in accounting? He's been avoiding eye contact, and Sarah keeps glancing at the hallway as if she's scared someone will be there.
Luna's eyes narrowed. She felt the familiar stir in her instincts.
Not fear exactly, but awareness, alertness, a heightened sense of detail she could not ignore.
"That's strange, Maybe it's just stress?
"Maybe, but it feels different," Jenna said, frowning.
"Like someone is watching us.
Like someone is messing with things on purpose.
Luna nodded slowly, her mind turning over the details.
"I'll keep an eye out.
Let me know if anything else seems off.
As Luna returned to her desk, she noticed her own chair had been slightly shifted.
A notebook she had left perfectly aligned on her desk was now at a slight angle.
Her coffee cup was moved by just a few inches.
Small changes, but enough to trigger a heightened awareness.
Her instincts told her this was not random.
"Luna, can you come help me with a file?" a voice called from across the office.
She looked up to see Damien Karsen holding a stack of papers.
His expression was polite but curious.
"Of course, Damien …What's the issue?
"This client file seems off," he said.
"Some of the numbers don't match previous reports.
I thought I might have overlooked something, but I wanted a second opinion.
Luna walked over, scanning the sheets carefully.
She noticed cunning inconsistencies, figures that had been rounded strangely, small calculations that didn't add up.
"You're right.
This doesn't match, Someone might have altered these figures.
Damien's eyes narrowed.
"Altered? By who?
"That's the question," Luna said, a small thrill of unease stirring in her chest.
She felt the familiar pull in her instincts, that quiet warning that something bigger was at play.
"We should check the logs and ask around.
There might be someone testing our attention.
Damien nodded slowly, though his expression showed he was not fully convinced.
"Strange, I'll follow your lead.
As Luna returned to her desk, she noticed her pen was missing.
She had just used it moments ago.
She scanned the area carefully.
The pen was not lost, just slightly displaced on the edge of her keyboard.
She picked it up and examined it, sensing the precise pattern in these disturbances.
"Someone is deliberately moving things," she murmured to herself.
Her pulse quickened slightly, a thrill running through her that was more awareness than fear.
She had felt this before, a quiet intuition that something was off, though she had never been able to explain it to anyone else.
"Luna?" Jenna's voice broke her thoughts. "Did you find anything?
"Yes," Luna said slowly, lowering her voice.
"Someone is messing with the office.
Small things, cunning, but deliberate. People are acting strange too.
I'm not sure who it is yet, but it's intentional.
Jenna looked alarmed. "Should we tell management?
"Not yet," Luna said.
"Let's observe first.
If someone is careful, they might be testing reactions or looking for weaknesses.
We need more information before we act.
As they spoke, Luna's attention drifted again.
Her instincts picked up a devious change in the office atmosphere.
A whisper of movement near the elevators, a faint scent of perfume she could not place.
Her pulse quickened.
It was almost imperceptible, but she felt it deep in her awareness.
"Luna, are you okay?" Jenna asked.
"I'm fine," Luna said, smiling faintly.
"Just noticing a few things. It feels like someone is watching, that's all.
Jenna frowned, unsettled.
"I don't like it, It's too deliberate.
"Too calculated.
Luna nodded.
"I agree, but let's stay calm and watch. Whoever it is wants attention, and we will see the pattern soon.
The rest of the morning passed uneventfully on the surface.
Luna moved through meetings and calls, but her senses remained alert.
She noticed nice gestures, like hands lingering on edges of desks, or colleagues exchanging glances too quickly.
Small things, easily missed by anyone else, but enough to trigger her growing suspicion.
At lunch, Luna walked to the break room, Jenna following close behind.
"Are you really sure you aren't overthinking this?" Jenna asked nervously. "I mean, maybe you're reading too much into things.
"No," Luna said firmly.
"This is deliberate.
There's a rhythm to the disturbances, the misplacements, the behavior of some colleagues.
It's too consistent to be random, I feel it.
Jenna looked at her uncertainly, then shrugged.
"If you say so, Just be careful, okay?
"I will," Luna said, taking a bite of her sandwich, but her mind was elsewhere.
Each movement in the office, each small anomaly, was a signal.
She would find the source, she promised herself.
And she would be ready for whatever came next.
By the time she returned to her desk, the afternoon sun had shifted across the room.
Luna adjusted the blinds slightly, noticing the shadows and patterns of movement.
Every flicker of motion, every sound, every narrow misplacement reinforced her awareness.
She picked up her notebook, flipping through pages she had written earlier.
Everything seemed in order, yet she could not shake the feeling that today would not end quietly.
Her instincts, narrow but insistent, told her that the disturbances were only the beginning.
Someone was watching, testing, probing, and she would uncover it.
Luna's pulse steadied as she returned to her work, but her mind was already alert for the next clue.
Something was coming, and she would not be caught off guard.