(Julia POV)
I slump at my desk, surrounded by stacks of pointless paperwork, old client records that Mr. Xavier dumped on us. The folders tower, edges curling, some stamped with dates from five years back. My hands itch to shove it all into the shredder, but I settle for pushing a pile aside instead. It teeters, and a pen clatters to the floor, rolling under my chair. I groan, loud enough for Luke to glance over from his own mess of papers across the aisle.
He leans down, snagging the pen with a quick grab, and hands it back with a tense nod. "You okay?" he asks, voice low.
I take it, gripping it too hard. "This is punishment," I say, nodding at the stacks. "He's pushing us out."
Luke's jaw tightens, teeth gritted. "Then we don't break. He wants us gone, we stay."
I nod back, dropping
