The silence in the office felt heavier than anything Caro had ever experienced, pressing against her chest as though the walls themselves were closing in. Peter had not raised his voice, had not accused her directly, yet the tension he carried was far more dangerous than anger. He stood near his desk, watching her in a way that made her feel exposed, as if every thought she tried to hide was already being examined. "Sit," he said quietly, and though the word was simple, it carried authority that made her obey without hesitation.
