Elara's POV
The office buzzed with activity as I focused on the screen in front of me. Numbers blurred together after hours of staring at code. We'd been working non-stop since the morning presentation, which had gone surprisingly well despite Professor Weber's last-minute changes.
"Want some coffee?" Julian rolled his chair over to my desk, offering a steaming mug.
I accepted it gratefully. "Thanks. I'm running on fumes at this point."
"You should go home and rest," Julian said, concern evident in his voice. "You've been here for twelve hours straight."
I shook my head. "We need to finish this algorithm before tomorrow's meeting."
Julian frowned. "You barely slept last night. This isn't healthy, Elara."
My phone buzzed with a notification. I glanced down to see a message from Chloe with an attachment.
"Taking a break?" Julian asked hopefully.
"Just checking a message." I opened Chloe's text.