~Narrator’s~

“You shouldn’t leave art supplies near billion-dollar documents, love.”

The voice comes from behind the door. It's light, amused, and unmistakably Jennie’s. But inside the office, chaos is already happening.

Blue is sitting proudly on Reo’s leather desk chair. One chubby hand grips a crayon like it’s royal, and his little arm moves in wild circles over white paper…well, it was white. Now it looks like a rainbow battlefield. Purple loops cover bar graphs, and orange streaks slice through signature lines. A bold green spiral crowns a stack labeled Confidential: Investor Terms.

Reo steps inside slowly. His eyes lock on the mess.

He doesn’t say anything.

Not yet.

His...