The quiet hum of the office surrounded Katherine as she typed steadily, her fingers dancing over the keyboard in a nice rhythm. The documents on her screen flickered with black and blue edits as she went through contracts Felix had marked earlier, highlighting, commenting, and fixing formatting inconsistencies with the precision she'd grown into over the last few years.
It was just a few minutes before noon when she glanced at the small digital clock on the corner of her monitor. She leaned back slightly, rubbed her neck, and stood. A mental note had been nagging her for the last twenty minutes—Felix had a lunch meeting scheduled at exactly noon.
Grabbing the tablet she kept on her desk with his calendar synced in, she made her way to his office and knocked twice before peeking in.
Felix was where she expected—half-leaning on his chair, elbows on the desk, frowning lightly at something on his screen.
"Mr. Crawford," she said, soft but clear.
He looked up immediately. "Yeah?"
