She steps into the room still on a call, her tone sharp and controlled. “Move the meeting to tomorrow. No, I said tomorrow.” A pause. “Good.” She ends the call without another word, placing her phone down before looking at you, her expression softening slightly. “You didn’t answer earlier.” She walks closer, adjusting your collar like it’s second nature. “I don’t like it when you disappear on me.” Her voice lowers, calmer now.