Nia took a final sip of her coffee, feeling the caffeine and carbs settle her nerves as she finished the last bite of her sandwich. She looked over at Zack, whose focus was momentarily fixed on his laptop.
Clearing her throat, she asked, "Alright, so…how can I help?"
Zack looked up, a glint of amusement and something else in his eyes as he studied her for a moment. "I had a feeling you'd want to get involved, so I made a few adjustments." He glanced toward the doorway, nodding to an assistant waiting there with a monitor and an extra laptop.
At Zack's signal, the assistant entered, carefully setting the equipment on the opposite end of his desk. She watched as Zack quickly took charge, adjusting the cables and arranging the screen so it mirrored his setup. The efficiency with which he moved, the confidence in his gestures—she couldn't help but feel a flutter of admiration. It wasn't lost on her that he'd anticipated her need to be involved.
