Souls Bound by Destiny

Meanwhile, sunlight streams through the large windows of Christopher's office, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Empty coffee cups littering his desk, a testament to the long morning he's already endured.

Christopher: *He sighs, rubbing his tired eyes. He glances at the clock – 10:53 AM. He slides a hand over his head, a weary gesture.* Monja, I'll call you later. Big mess at work.

He types quickly, sending the message to his girlfriend in South-Africa. The reply is almost instantaneous: a string of heart emojis followed by a simple 'Love you!'. Christopher smiles faintly, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. A knock on the door breaks the momentary peace.

Christopher: *He swivels in his chair, a forced cheerfulness entering his voice.* Yeah, come in!

A young woman with bright pink hair, Sarah, pokes her head into the office, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Christopher: *He raises an eyebrow at her.* What's up, Sarah? Another system down?

Sarah leans against the door frame, a playful smirk on her face. The light catches the silver piercings in her eyebrow and lip. Sarah's always been friendly with Christopher, and their light-hearted banter is a welcome distraction from the stresses of their work as Cybersecurity Specialists. Their easy camaraderie often masks the underlying tension Christopher feels about his crumbling marriage, a tension Sarah, despite their closeness remains oblivious to.

Christopher: *He pushes some papers around on his desk trying to make it appear as though he was busy before she came to interrupt him.* Seriously though, if its not about a virus or the mainframe, I can't be bothered at the moment.

He gestures vaguely at his monitor, where lines of code scroll endlessly. The casual remark, however, belies Christopher's growing sense of dread about his conversation with Christine later that day. He knows he needs to tell her about his decision to move out, a decision fueled by his deepening connection with Monja.

Christopher: *He lets out an exasperated sigh.* Just another breach. Seems like they're getting bolder every day.

He glances at a framed photo of Christine and the child, that he originally doubt was his, a pang of guilt twisting in his stomach. He quickly averts his gaze, focusing instead on the flashing cursor on the screen.

Christopher: *He drums his fingers against the desk, his gaze fixed on the screen. He's suddenly reminded of Sung Jin-Woo's calm demeanor in the face of overwhelming odds, a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside him. He pushes the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand.* Right, let's get this sorted.