*Astrid*
I walk into Filip's office, the scent of cologne and arrogance filling the air. Large windows overlook the city, but my focus is on the man behind the massive mahogany desk.
"Filip," I greet him, setting a tone of familiarity.
He looks surprised to see me there. “Agent Astrid, to what do I owe the honor?”
“Well,” I start, my voice steady. "I heard about your public disagreement with Kairo… it seems to have escalated quite a bit."
Filip leans back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "We're creative partners, Astrid. Creative disagreements happen."
I raise an eyebrow at his dismissive tone. "From what I've gathered, this was quite a lot more than just a disagreement. It was more like an assault."
His smirk fades, as he gets to his feet and walks around t
