Apollo
I flipped through the report, my eyes skimming each line. The study was silent, save for the occasional rustle of paper and the soft patter of rain against the windows. My tie had long since been discarded on the couch, the top two buttons of my shirt undone. My sleeves were rolled up, forearms leaned against the table.
I ran my hand through my hair again, feeling the disheveled strands fall over my forehead.
The phone buzzed on the desk.
Genesis.
I tapped the speaker icon and kept my eyes on the folder in front of me.
“Hi, boss,” she said, her voice far too cheerful for this time of night. “How are you this evening?”
“What do you need?” I asked flatly.
She snorted. “Let me guess. You’re working even though you are at home. It’s late, you know. The world isn’t ending, you c
