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Noah Monday morning finally arrived. And Sydney never showed up. I waited for her inside my office, waiting to hear the sound of her footsteps coming down the corridor. For the scent of jasmine and rose to fill the hallway and linger in my office. But it never came. When an hour had passed, I finally pushed away from my desk, stalking out into the hall. Mr. Grey was coming down from the opposite side, his footsteps nearly silent. “Where is Sydney?” I asked, not bothering with niceties this morning. “She’s called in sick, sir,” Grey replied coldly. He didn’t seem surprised. “You know how frail these humans can be,” he added. I didn’t know if I believed that excuse, and the suspicion that had slowly been burning through me all weekend flared up once again. Yet, after so many days,