Invested

It started innocently enough. A simple "accidental" bump in the corridor.

Ava, dressed sharply in a navy blazer and cream trousers, clutching her laptop and muttering about a conference call.

Zach, on the other end of the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, pretending to inspect a painting he had already passed five times that morning.

The staff watched from behind corners and under staircases like highly trained agents.

"Target A and Target B within proximity," whispered Charles into a spoon like it was a walkie-talkie.

"Adelle, do you copy?"

"Ready," Adelle replied from her position halfway down the hall, innocently dusting a vase that didn't even have dust.

She waited... waited... waited until Ava was precisely three steps away from Zach—

And then "accidentally" dropped her feather duster right in Ava's path.