C13 Unwelcomed Intrusion

Adrian leaned back in his chair, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across his office. Elena sat opposite him, her notepad resting on her lap as they discussed his schedule.

“So tomorrow,” Elena began, skimming through the neatly organized pages, “you’ve got a conference call at nine, a board meeting at eleven, and — oh, joy — paperwork.” She shot him a playful smirk