Rain hit the corrugated roof. Heavy. Steady. Drumming against the metal seams. Water tracked down the exterior walls. Pooled at the loading dock edges. Elena watched the dispatch screen. Rotterdam shipment delayed. Port authority flagged weather hold. No reroute available. No standby lanes open. She closed the queue window. Screen went dark. Alexander sat across the desk. Terminal idle. Hands folded. Rain filled the silence.
Office held quiet. No phone rings. No compliance pings. Just rain. Just the hum of the refrigerator in the corner. Dust sat on the filing cabinet edges. Gray powder on the terminal bezel. Coffee mug sat cold. Rings beside the keyboard. Untouched. Unmoved. She leaned back. Chair creaked. Looked at the ceiling. Water tracked down a support beam. Left a dark stain on the drywall. Paint peeled near the vent.
"Roof leaks in bay three," Alexander said. Eyes on the window. "Seam split last November. Maintenance never sealed it."
