Anya

Day 1, 6:00 PM

Derek stands in Anya's office doorway. She's at her desk, pen mid-air. She reads his face. 😮‍💨

Anya, setting the pen down: Sit down.

Derek doesn't move. His hand rests on his jacket pocket.

Anya: Derek. What happened? 🔥

She reaches for a thick folder in her drawer — labeled, tabbed. She's been waiting for this. The folder she built in silence, week by week, while Madison thought nobody was watching. Her hand lingers on the edge of it, knuckles white. The thing she's been holding onto for months, finally its moment. 🖤⏳💔😏