What's Next?

The clock on the wall ticked softly, filling the quiet of Evander's office. He sat behind his desk, engrossed in a pile of documents spread before him. The soft tap of his pen against the desk was the only sign he was starting to lose patience. Despite his focus, his mind wandered every now and then to the events of the previous day, stirring a mix of frustration and unease.

A sharp knock at the door broke the silence, followed by the familiar sound of it opening. Evander glanced up to see Hugo stepping in, a paper bag in hand.

"Lunch is here," Hugo announced, looking as relaxed as always.

Evander leaned back in his chair, stretching slightly before standing. "Perfect timing. I can't take it anymore. Geez, I didn't even realize it was already lunch time," he said, moving toward the couch on the other side of the room.

"Why're you eating here with me? Did the woman from Marketing say no, so now you're stuck with me?"