~Narrator’s~

“I need five minutes. Just five minutes. Please.”

Reo says it with his eyes closed. His tone isn't rude or cold, just... tired.

The penthouse office is dimmed by storm clouds outside, and the lights flicker like they’re unsure if they should intrude. The board reports are scattered across the table. The new file in Blair’s hand is marked urgent. Tampering. Financial leak. Again.

Reo doesn’t even flinch.

Blair walks in slowly, expecting impact. Expecting him to snap, to slam his fist, to throw something. It’s muscle memory at this point. But instead, Reo just drags a shaky hand through his hair and drops it back onto the armrest....