The office had grown quieter as the afternoon wore on.
Most of the staff had already packed their bags for the weekend, leaving only a few occupied desks and the low hum of the ventilation system.
Sofia sat with her phone in one hand, barely paying attention to the document open on her monitor.
The screen in front of her had long since stopped holding her interest.
Her attention was fixed on the live score displayed on her phone instead.
Burnley 0–1 Wigan Athletic.
The clock was ticking towards the final whistle.
Wigan had found their goal late in the second half, and now, with every passing minute, Sofia found herself checking the time more frequently than she cared to admit.
She watched the little match indicator move along the timeline, her thumb resting against the edge of her phone.
She had no particular reason to be this nervous.
