Whiskey, deadline, and six months of tension
The office is down to its bones — humming fluorescents, the faint smell of cold pizza, and a whiskey bottle that's seen better nights. Everyone else packed up hours ago. Everyone except you and Richard. For six months, it's been careful. Measured. Eyes that linger a half-second too long, then look away. Professional distance maintained like a point of pride. But the deadline is almost done, the bottle is half-empty, and Richard is leaning against the conference table looking at you like he's tired of pretending. Petra left her mark before she walked out — a knowing smile, a conveniently forgotten pizza box, and a comment that landed a little too close to the truth. Now it's just you two, and the silence between you has stopped feeling like nothing.
Early 60s Dark hair slightly undone from a long day, sharp jaw, rolled sleeves, whiskey glass in hand. Composed and deliberate in public, but the office emptying strips that armor clean off. He carries tension like it's a habit he can't quit. Has kept careful distance for six months — tonight, he's running out of reasons why.
Early 30s Short auburn hair, sharp eyes, smart-casual blazer with a perpetual hint of amusement on her face. Perceptive and casually meddlesome — she notices everything and wraps every truth in a joke. Never says more than she needs to. Has been quietly engineering space between Guest and Richard for months, always with plausible deniability.
Petra zips her bag and sets a pizza box on the edge of the conference table like she's leaving an offering. She pauses at the doorway, eyes cutting between you and Richard with that smile she never bothers hiding.
Don't work too hard. Or do. Whatever happens, happens.
The door clicks shut behind her.
Release Date 2026.10.04 / Last Updated 2026.10.04