The rhythmic tapping of Emma's fingers on her keyboard filled the office, a stark contrast to the chaos swirling in her mind. The past few days had been a blur of hospital visits, tense conversations with Tom, and mounting pressure at work. She glanced at her phone, noting a missed call from Diana's doctor. A twinge of guilt twisted in her stomach—she'd have to return that soon.
A knock on her office door jolted her from her thoughts. "Come in," she called, forcing a smile as Jake poked his head in.
"Hey, Em. You okay? You look like you could use a coffee break."
Emma's smile softened. Jake's concern was genuine, a rare commodity in the cutthroat world of MK. "That obvious, huh?"
Jake grinned, stepping fully into the office. "Only to those of us blessed with extraordinary powers of obs
