Matthew's POV
Amidst the rhythmic clatter of keystrokes and the muted hum of office activity, my contemplative silence was abruptly shattered by the persistent chime of my vibrating phone. Startled, I fumbled in my pocket to retrieve the device, its glow casting an ephemeral sheen in my pocket. The interruption, though unwelcome, brought with it a glimmer of joy as I pondered the prospect of a plan I had been brewing for Meredith.
With a gentle click, I answered the call, directing my attention away from the wallpapers before me. "What is it?" I inquired, my tone carrying a blend of curiosity and urgency. The voice on the other end belonged to my diligent assistant, a conduit of information and tasks within the bustling confines of our office.
