Chapter 6: Quiet Floors

Two weeks in, Sasha had learned the rhythms of the eleventh floor well enough to move through them unremarked — who took smoke breaks and when, which conference room booked out for gossip disguised as project syncs, the specific hour after four p.m. when half the department quietly checked out before anyone official did. She used the quiet hour to work. Not on the ninth floor — she wasn't reckle...