Kael's POV
I stacked the last set of papers together, aligning the edges with a crisp tap against the desk. The pile was thicker than I expected—drafts, permits, budget outlines, games, schedules, and the final security layout. Honestly, I was surprised I managed to keep it all neat. Not because I couldn’t do it, but because Lisa had been running wild like a storm lately, and I had to match her pace. She handled the front-end chaos, and I tied the knots in the back. A good balance.
Carrying the paperwork, I made my way toward Enzo’s office. I already knew who I was going to find inside—the so-called “pack brains,” Ash and Atlas. Both of them always loved planting themselves in Enzo’s space whenever there was work that needed “drafting” or “structuring.” Translation: they sat around bicke
