33. Borrowed Time

After the whirlwind meeting, we returned to our main office, a space distinctly different from the technological wonderland of the tech room. The room was quieter, and more traditional, where we had spent countless hours planning and strategizing. Today, though, we were there to collect a few essentials needed for the big meeting tomorrow.

As we packed, Penelope, with a hint of playfulness, asked, "How are we going to fit my desk in here?" I paused, considering her words. "How about we make the room bigger?" I suggested. The idea of redesigning our workspace to accommodate both of us was exciting. It symbolized not just our personal union but also our professional partnership.

While downloading the necessary files to take home, an idea struck me. "Do you want to go to the fight club tonight?" I asked tentatively, watching her reaction closely.

Her immediate response was a mix of surprise and concern. "You're not thinking of fighting, are you? That's not a good idea right now."

I quick