Legacy
I kept my eyes on the monitor, my hands moving with surgical precision over the keyboard.
He walked over. He didn't stop at the edge of the desk this time. He stepped into my alcove, invading the small space until I could smell the sharp, metallic scent of his stress.
I didn't move. I clicked a button, adjusting the saturation of a sunset shot—a shot we had filmed together on the island, though now it was just "Stock Footage B-Roll" to the rest of the world.
Luke reached out and pressed the "Stop" button on my control deck.
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