Still in Max's Office
Max checked the time on his watch, brows drawing together. "We should wrap up quickly," he said, already shifting into efficient manager mode. "You need to go home early today."
Noel blinked. "Early?"
"Yes," Max replied, firm but not unkind. "You'll need time to pack, and I don't want you scrambling at midnight. Trust me—international trips are smoother when you're not half-asleep at the airport."
A faint, reluctant nod from Noel. "Right."
Max softened his tone. "Process the documents I forwarded to you, then call it a day. No overtime."
That almost coaxed a smile from Noel. "You sure?" He gestured lightly toward the mountain of tasks that usually came his way.
Max's lips lifted faintly—that dry, knowing smile he only used with people he expected more from. "You're flying out tomorrow, Noel. I'm not letting you burn out before we even step on the plane."
