'This is your office,'
Her mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. She could feel a lump forming in her throat, a mix of disbelief and despair.
This was going to be a mountain of work. No, not a mountain—a whole damn range.
She could cry.
"What kind of office is this?" she finally whispered, her voice barely audible.
Niklaus leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he watched her reaction with a small, amused smirk. "A cozy one," he said, clearly enjoying her dismay.
Hermia turned back to look at the room, her mind spinning. This isn't an office. This is a punishment.
A test. A cruel joke.
"How are we going to do this?" Hermia asked, forcing a smile and trying to sound upbeat despite the sinking feeling in her chest.
