Bernard's POV
The afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I heard the familiar tap on my office door. Felicity appeared in the doorway, clutching a manila folder against her chest with that practiced professional demeanor she wore whenever she needed an excuse to visit my office for reasons that had nothing to do with work.
I gestured her inside, minimizing the spreadsheet on my monitor. "What brings you by?"
"Quarterly performance metrics," she replied, shutting the door with deliberate care before approaching my desk. "The numbers exceeded our projections by twelve percent."
I accepted the folder and flipped it open, though my attention remained divided. I had worked alongside Felicity long enough to distinguish between her genuine business visits and the times when she carried heavier conversations disguised as routine check-ins.
"Outstanding results," I commented, placing the documents on my desk. "The department continues to impress."
