Alessia pushed through the glass doors a little faster than she intended.
The familiar sounds of the office greeted her immediately—the steady hum of printers, phones ringing in the distance, quiet conversations drifting from nearby workstations, and someone aggressively typing on a keyboard as if they were personally offended by it.
Tessa spotted her the second she walked in and stood from behind her desk.
"You're late."
"I know."
"By two hours." Alessia dropped her bag onto the nearest chair and exhaled.
"I overslept. I already told you that." Tessa stared at her for a moment before shaking her head.
"We've been holding everything since eight. The lab has called three times."
"I'm here now," Alessia said, already heading toward the inspection room. "Where are the samples?" Tessa
