"Lynn, is the Carter report ready?"
Samantha's voice, calm but precise, carried through the glass walls of her office. Morning light poured across the sleek marble floors, bouncing off chrome accents and the city skyline outside. Elevate's headquarters was a temple of power — and Samantha Bradley, its untouchable goddess.
"Yes, ma'am." Lynn's voice came out softer than usual, her hands trembling slightly as she stacked a few folders. The usual efficiency was there — polished, disciplined — but the subtle shake in her fingers didn't escape Samantha's sharp eyes.
As Lynn placed the documents on the desk, her phone vibrated. Just once. A quick buzz.
Samantha didn't move. She was still signing papers, but her gaze flicked — one precise glance — as Lynn's hand darted to silence her phone. The screen flashed briefly before going dark: Evan (2 missed calls).
Samantha's pen paused for half a heartbeat. Then, quietly:
"You can take a break, Lynn."
