HAWKS

The long working hours drag on, and the sound of shuffling papers is Bateel's only companion in her quiet office. Suddenly, the door bursts open with unexpected force, and Hawkes enters with his confident stride and familiar smile, a mixture of arrogance and friendliness.

"Are you still stuck on these boring papers?" Hawkes says, leaning against the door frame, his hands in his pockets as he watches his sister intently.

He walks quietly towards her desk, sits on the edge of the table near the reports she's reviewing, and leans slightly towards her. "It's been a whole week since I last saw you clearly. Don't you think you're devoting more time to these tasks than you should?" he adds in a firm but concerned, brotherly tone, awaiting her response.