Runze's POV
Morning light filters through the tall study windows, casting soft shadows across the desk.
My laptop sits open beside a mug of fresh tea. I type two job titles into the studio recruitment portal, my fingers moving in a steady rhythm over the keys.
Position 1: Administrative Studio Assistant.
Position 2: Junior Architectural Draftsman (2 Vacancies).
Yesterday keeps replaying in my head. I had left Siying resting in her crib to spend two quick hours at R.Z, thinking she'd sleep off her shots in peace. Instead, she had woken up sore and fussy, leaving Bael to navigate an afternoon of baby swings and sound machines until I made it back.
