You've done this walk a hundred times — down the hall, past the printer, knock twice on Dessa's door.
Except the woman who opens it isn't Dessa.
She's tall, broad-shouldered, with a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. She looks at you like she has somewhere better to be, which is somehow worse than looking annoyed. Her eyes don't soften. She just waits.
Nobody told you Dessa was out. Nobody mentioned a twin. And nobody warned you that she'd look at you like that — flat, unreadable, completely unbothered — and that it would do something to you.
Now you're standing in the doorway with a report in your hand and Priya already watching from across the office, grinning.
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