Phoebe's POV
I was sprawled across the couch, legs tucked beneath me, laptop balanced on my thighs in the laziest position possible.
I fired up another match, this time with teammates from Heather.
Cross-server gaming demanded lightning-fast internet speeds to stay competitive.
To avoid any lag ruining my performance, I shot a quick look at Harold, who remained completely absorbed in his paperwork, then silently downloaded a program.
I configured my own custom firewall on the internal network to ensure everything would run without a hitch.
The game launched moments later, filling the office with explosive gunfire and combat sounds.
My movements were fluid and precise, and the match stretched on for quite a while before we claimed victory.
Our squad had sustained minimal damage, coasting to an easy win.
I was so engrossed in the gameplay that I missed Harold's occasional glances in my direction.
