"Victor… What the hell are you involved in?" August muttered as his fingers tapped against the desk rhythmically.
Sophia's voice broke his thoughts. "August? You're zoning out again. What's wrong?"
August glanced over his shoulder to see Sophia standing by the door with a curious look on her face. Her green hair was slightly messy. "It's nothing serious, Soph. Just work-related stuff."
Sophia frowned. "Work-related? You're in full-on brooding mode." She walked closer and peeked over his shoulder at his phone. "What is that? A voicemail? Who's Victor?"
August sighed while brushing her off gently. "Someone I did some business with. Seems like he's in trouble."
"Business? You mean Enders stuff?" Sophia's eyes narrowed suspiciously, crossing her arms. "You're not getting dragged into anything dangerous, are you?"