FRIDAY came quicker than expected.
The office was quieter than usual, most staff already scattered for lunch, leaving behind a low hum of distant chatter and the occasional clatter from the break room.
Amelia sat behind her desk, flipping through a document with calm precision, her posture composed, her expression unreadable.
Ryan sat across from her, one leg crossed over the other, going over a few figures on his tablet.
“…so if we push the second phase to next quarter, we avoid unnecessary pressure on the team,” he concluded.
Amelia nodded slightly.
“That works. We will—”
Her phone buzzed.
Then again.
And again.
Ryan paused mid-sentence, his eyes drifting to the device on her desk as it lit up repeatedly.
Charles.
Charles.
Charles.
He raised a brow.
Amelia didn’t touch it.
