Before she knows it, it's approaching 1 p.m., and they are wrapping up. Marilena glances at her watch, surprised at how quickly the morning has flown. "Okay, team, let's take a break for lunch. We'll reconvene at 2 for the meeting," she announces.
The interns cheerfully head out, chatting amongst themselves as they gather their things. Marilena packs up her own materials, a sense of accomplishment washing over her. She glances out the window, the sun shining brightly, and feels grateful for the progress they've made.
Christian sits at his desk, his phone resting against his ear as he listens intently to the person on the other end. His brow furrows slightly as he takes in the information, his fingers tapping lightly on the surface of the desk in rhythm with the conversation.
"Yes, I understand," he says, his voice calm and measured. "Make sure to keep me updated with any changes. If there's anything urgent, don't hesitate to call me directly."
