At the office…
Augustine was busy in a meeting. Anne sat at her desk, reviewing files he had shared with her. She wore a soft beige blouse, sleeves rolled neatly, composed, thoughtful, fully immersed in her work. She pressed the back of the pen against her lower lip and then marked certain points in the file.
Megan strode up to Anne's desk. She cleared her throat, demanding attention.
Anne looked up, her eyes narrowing the moment she saw who it was. "You?" She leaned back in her chair, arms folded.
With an air of haughty confidence, Megan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I need to speak with Augustine. It's about the project."
"He is in a meeting," Anne replied, her voice clipped and cool. "I'll let you know when he is free. You can go now." She dropped her gaze to the file in front of her, treating Megan like an unimportant interruption.
