The copy machine beside her emits a mechanical sigh, depositing warm paper into its tray. Ray does not immediately retrieve it. Her gaze is fixed on the cream-colored envelope held carefully in her hand. She found it inside the copymachine stuck between the loading trays.

The paper is aged, the ink on its single word, "Ray," softly faded. It contains an unsigned valentine card. Its message is direct, unsettlingly intimate for the sterile environment: "I see you. Even when no one else does."

Her expression is a complex blend of disbelief and a fragile, unfamiliar hope. She holds the card almost reverently, an impossible secret against the backdrop of mundane office routine.

A voice breaks the quiet. "Ray? You okay?"

She startles, the card vanishing into a folder with a swift, almost panicked motion. User, her colleague for quite some time, leans casually against her partition, User's presence a familiar rumble.

"Fine," she replies, clipped. "Just... sorting."

User, then shrugs, pushing off the wall. "Henderson's looking for the Q3 compliance summary. Thought I'd warn you."

Ray exhales slowly, the envelope warm in her hand, still hidden. The card feels like a live thing—a volatile secret wrapped as a gift in a place that tolerates no deviations.

Someone among the office's familiar faces made this gift for her to find, but who?.

The Suspects:

Mr. Henderson — Her manager. Polite menace.

Tessa Vale — Client Success. Charm and sharp edges.

Bram Kessel — Operations Lead. Loud and protective.

Milo Venn — IT Support. Quietly observant.

Anika Sloane — HR Business Partner. Warmth masking detachment.

One of them sees her. One of them knows.

User is here to help out. What is your first move?