Theo's P.O.V.
I dashed down the street, clutching a stack of files like my life depended on it, praying I wouldn't miss the morning meeting. My boss had made it crystal clear, do not be late. And yet here I was, sprinting to make it to the office in one piece.
Luck? Not on my side today. First, the train got delayed because of an accident. Then the taxi I called broke down in the middle of a ghost town. Now, I wasn't even sure I'd make it to the meeting room in time.
As soon as I hit the lobby gates, I picked up the pace. That's when I spotted Chester, my coworker. The second he saw me running like a lunatic, he rushed over, face a mix of panic and weirdly cheerful energy. He snatched the folder bag from my hands and fell in step with me. By the time we got to the elevators, I was gasping for air, but at least the elevator wasn't already heading down.
"You got lucky, man. The client's running late," he said, patting my sweaty back.
"For real?"
