3rd person POV

The fluorescent lights of Sterling & Associates hummed their midnight song, and Promise Francis had long since stopped checking the time.

His dual monitors cast a blue glow across his desk as he stared at quarterly projections that refused to reconcile, but his attention kept drifting to the glass wall on his left.

To him.

Mateo Reyes sat in the adjacent office, separated by three feet of space and two panes of glass that might as well have been a canyon. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and Promise had spent far too much of the evening noticing the way lamplight caught on his...