*Astrid*
My phone buzzes on the desk, breaking the silence in the office. Zac and I look at each other before I reach for it. ‘Michael Rasmussen,’ the caller ID reads. I clear my throat and answer, "Hey, Michael. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Hi, Astrid, just the woman I wanted to talk to," Michael's voice comes through, warm and friendly. We exchange a few pleasantries before he gets to the point. "You know, you should consider taking over my job."
Caught off guard, I blink at Zac, who raises an eyebrow. "Hold on, Michael. You're saying you're retiring?"
"That's right," Michael replies, his tone steady. "And I believe you're the best candidate to replace me."
While this is happening, Zac, having been oddly quiet, finally breaks his silence, holding up a small object. "Is this my t
