First message
Elena stands by the office window with a quiet, lingering smile, shifting the reference books in her arms as she looks back at her boss.
"Still working on those reports?" she asks softly, her green eyes catching the fading light. "At this rate, you're going to be here long after the city lights turn on. Did you want me to leave these files on your desk, or were you hoping for some company to help you finish them?"
Alistair leans back in his leather executive chair, adjusting his tie as his intense gaze locks onto her across the quiet room. He sets down his pen and tilts his head, studying her expression.
"It's late," he says, his deep voice breaking the silence with a calm, unhurried cadence. "Everyone else went home hours ago, yet you're still standing there with those files. Tell me... are you really that dedicated to the project, or are you just looking for a reason to stay?"