Seraphina's Point Of View
My office didn't feel like mine anymore.
Not since Rose dragged that extra desk in earlier like she was claiming territory in a new apartment, her movements deliberate and unapologetic. "I'm serious," she had said, dropping her files down with a decisive thud. "I have to monitor you so you don't overwork."
"You're not my supervisor," I replied without looking up from my screen.
"No," she said easily, pulling the chair out and settling into it as if she'd always belonged there. "I'm worse. I care."
I paused then. Just for a second. Long enough for the weight of those words to register. "…that's not reassuring."
"It's not supposed to be."
Now, hours later, she remained at her post like a sentinel. And unfortunately… So did the work.
My fingers moved across the keyboard with practiced efficiency, fast and precise, never stopping. The clicking filled the room in a steady rhythm that hadn't broken for… I couldn't even remember how long.
Too long.
