The following week felt almost ordinary again.
Morning sunlight spilled through the blinds as Mina balanced a coffee cup and a stack of reports on her arm. She'd been assigned to help prepare for the quarterly board review, Isaac Henley's big week. The office atmosphere was all tension and caffeine.
People whispered, printers whirred, and every time Isaac walked through the floor, it was as if gravity itself shifted, everyone straightened, screens flipped to Excel, much work.
Mina had decided she would not let last week define her. She smiled more, cracked small jokes, even brought extra snacks for Annie and Junho. "Miss Kang," she heard a voice in the afternoon, it was Isaac. "Do you know why these inventory projections don't match the quarterly data?"
