C208 Hazel's moment (II)

“Are you having a meeting?” Hazel’s voice was light, feigning innocence as she tilted her head and looked at Francisco.

Francisco’s grip on the edge of the laptop tightened, his knuckles whitening. His expression was steely, though he nodded curtly, lips pressed together.

“Yes,” he replied, his tone clipped.

“But I think it’s best I end it.”

Hazel’s hand slipped over his