The late afternoon light streamed across Miles's desk as he finished reviewing a few digital documents on his tablet. The silence was comfortable, broken only by the soft hum of the ceiling fan above. He leaned back in his chair and placed a call.
The response was immediate.
"Yes, boss," came Monica's familiar voice, crisp and teasing as ever. "I see you've stirred quite the chaos in Star Harbor."
Miles's lips curled slightly. "They haven't seen real chaos yet."
Monica laughed lightly. "That's the Miles I know. But tell me—how are you really holding up? This is the first time you've personally stepped into the frontlines of business."
"That's why you're sending me an assistant, right?" he replied smoothly.
"Hah. Some things really don't change," she said, amusement in her voice. "You still hate paperwork. I swear your brain's wired for strategy, not spreadsheets."
"You always knew," Miles said, glancing at his watch. "Is she here yet?"
