When the door suddenly opened, Victoria was typing an MVP documentation report in her dimly lit room.
Felix stood in the doorway. His face was tense. His eyes, usually piercing but calm, were now dark and disheveled. His white shirt was rumpled, his tie loose, and his breathing sounded unstable. Something about how he gripped the doorknob-tight and stiff told Victoria this wasn't just a casual conversation.
"We need to talk," he said without a preamble.
Victoria held her breath. She knew this was coming. Sooner or later. But not tonight. Not when her mind was still filled with bug lists, post-mortem analyses, and pride she hadn't had a chance to celebrate, not even for a moment to breathe easy.
She slowly closed her laptop. "Alright. Sit down."
Felix didn't sit down. Instead, he close
