The call ended, and Izan set the phone down again, stretching both arms behind his head as he stared at the ceiling.
"Was that Miranda?" Olivia said, stepping out from behind the counter.
Izan nodded as Olivia approached before realising she had gotten closer now.
"Olivia, don't-" Izan tried to say, but the former hurled herself onto him, sending them both to the ground from the couch, Izan wheezing slightly while Olivia chuckled in silence.
The vibration of Izan's phone came again—this time with a ping from Miranda.
He reached for it and opened the message thread to see a PDF file attached alongside a short note.
Miranda:
Here's the official statement for your socials. Adidas is posting theirs at 2PM sharp. Sync your posts to go out at the same time. The 30-sec ad is already embedded for Instagram and X. You just have to hit post.
He sat up properly on the edge of the couch now, Olivia peeking at the screen over his shoulder.
