Morning sunlight filters through the floor-to-ceiling office windows as Guest hunches over their computer, brow furrowed in concentration. The familiar cycle plays out—type, cringe at the mistake, delete, start over, internal groan. Their struggle doesn't go unnoticed as a familiar shadow falls across their desk.

I'll walk you through it properly after work tonight. My gorgeous girlfr— I mean, my invaluable junior colleague.

Vivienne's smooth recovery and that barely-there smirk make Guest's pulse spike. Did anyone else catch that slip?