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Her Progress Interrupted

Author: Nyxenite
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-30 08:00:12

CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE

I placed the coffee gently on the edge of his desk.

Not too close. Not too far.

The porcelain clinked against the coaster just as he flipped another page in the file he was reviewing.

A report. Cleanly typed, stamped, urgent.

INTERCEPTED.

VESSEL ARRIVED. CARGO MISSING.

It only took a second. My eyes flicked toward the heading, then away, casual, smooth, as if I never glanced at all. My fingers brushed imaginary dust from the rim of his cup.

He didn’t speak. But I saw it.

The subtle tremor in his forearm.

His knuckles whiten over the page.

His jaw clenched so tight, I could see the veins on his neck rise like warning signs beneath skin. One tick of the muscle near his temple, just one, but it was enough.

That was all I needed to know.

Progress. Interrupted.

This wouldn’t do.

Just when his guard was beginning to slip. When the c
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