Chapter 11 MEMORY COST

Liana's POV

The elevator doors slid open with a soft ding that echoed too loud in my head.

I stepped out onto my floor, heading towards Graham's office, the carpet muffling my heels.

The air smelled like stale coffee and printer toner, it was familiar, but today it felt thick, like breathing through a mask. Heads turned as I passed cubicles. Wh