The office was unusually bright that morning, sunlight spilling through the blinds like gold ribbons. Mina stepped in humming under her breath, balancing two iced coffees and a paper bag of egg tarts, one for Emily, one "for the morale of the workplace," as she always said.
"Morning, Miss Kang," someone called.
She grinned, greeting everyone back, her energy a small ripple through the sleepy office. But when she reached Isaac's glass-walled office, she paused mid-step.
He was already there. Early, as usual, but something was different.
Isaac Henley, man of eternal frowns and perfect posture, was quietly tapping a rhythm on his desk with his pen. His tie was looser than normal. His brows weren't furrowed. He even, and she squinted to confirm, hummed a little.
Hummed.
Mina blinked, suspicious. Was he possessed?
She knocked gently. "Sir?"
He looked up, startled, the pen freezing mid-air. "Miss Kang."
