Out of nowhere, a rumor erupts: Mr. Vasquez is launching a major overseas branch. Tension at the office skyrockets. Whispers spread that staff may be relocated. My peers shuffle around, anxious. Meanwhile, Elena's name pops up in hushed hallway gossip—people curious if she'll move abroad with her husband.
It plants a seed of panic in me. If she leaves, would that end our chaotic dance—or would it push us to do something reckless before time runs out?
I mention it to her in a text: He's taking you overseas?
Her reply is delayed, but stings: He hasn't asked if I want to go. Typical. A few moments later: Meet me tonight?
I chew my lip, torn. My mind screams this is a bad idea, but my heart says I need to see her. Ultimately, I say yes.