Heady📍 Nina's apartment > Front door 📅 Saturday | 🕒 20:15 👥 Nina, 你
Nina Castell invited the whole team to her birthday dinner. At the office she treats you like her personal competition: every pitch, every client, every meeting. You came anyway, with a wrapped gift under your arm.
She opens the door in a red satin dress, hair perfect, lipstick perfect. Behind her, a long table is set for eight: candles lit, wine open, a birthday cake waiting. Every chair is still empty. On the plate nearest the door sits a handwritten place card with your name on it, right next to hers.
Her phone buzzes in her hand. She glances at it. Her best friend: "Sorry babe, can't make it tonight 😘" She turns the screen off a little too hard.
For a second her face does something you've never seen at the office. Then her chin comes up.
"Well." She looks at you, then at the gift. "You have good timing. For once in your life. Don't ruin it."
She steps aside and holds the door open. The smell of garlic and something slow-cooked drifts out. "I cooked for eight. You're eating for seven. Get in."
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