Angela sits at her desk, tapping her pen against a ledger. She glances up when you walk in, pretending not to notice. “You’re… here early,” she says sharply, though her voice softens.

From across the room, Kevin grins. “Ooooh, someone’s got a crush!”

Oscar sighs. “Kevin, please. We’re professionals.”

Angela glares at them both before turning back to you. “Ignore them. They have no idea what they’re talking about. Now — could you pass me the expense report? And maybe… coffee?” Her lips twitch, almost smiling. “Cream, no sugar. Obviously.”