(Andrew POV)
Breach logs blinked, still no name from IT. Useless.
The door swung open, sharp. Sophie strode in, perfume hitting me like a slap, too strong, too sweet. "You've been distant," she said, voice cutting. "What's
wrong?"
I shrugged, not looking up. "Nothing. Work."
She stopped by my desk, arms crossed. "That's it? Work?"
"Yes," I said, flat. "I've been very busy."
She huffed, loud. "You're always busy, Andrew. I'm not an idiot."
I kept my eyes on the screen, stocks down 6% now. "Good for you," I muttered. I didn't need this, not after Julia's stunt, not with the board breathing down my neck.
Sophie leaned in, her shadow falling over me. "Look at me," she snapped. "I'm serious."
I glanced up, annoyed. "What?"
Her eyes narrowed, searching. "You're hiding something."
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