Phoebe's POV
I was so absorbed in my game that I only looked up when I heard someone enter. It was Brennan, and he had frozen completely in place, his eyes wide as he stared at me and the laptop I was using.
Around the office, Harold worked with two different computers. One handled routine business and documentation, while his laptop served purely personal work purposes.
Nobody else ever laid a finger on that private laptop. Even Brennan, who regularly cleaned the president's office, had glimpsed it only a few times. Most days, it stayed locked away in the desk drawer.
This fact alone revealed how much that laptop meant to Harold. The company's most sensitive files lived inside it.
Yet here I was, using it for video games.
Brennan looked absolutely floored.
Still, he maintained his professional composure. No matter how shocking or impossible the scene appeared, he had to keep his cool, collected facade intact.
