Cammy decided to stay late, intent on finalizing the design with Greg's input as soon as possible. She was so engrossed in her work that she completely lost track of time.
"Cammy, aren't you heading home?" Chiqui called out from across the room.
Cammy glanced at the window and noticed it was already dark. A quick glance at her monitor revealed it was past seven in the evening.
She turned to Chiqui and said, "I didn't even realize how late it was. You go ahead—I'll just finish this page, then head home."
Chiqui smiled and waved as she grabbed her bag. "Alright, take care! Don't overwork yourself—you've got to stay healthy. See you tomorrow!"
Once Chiqui was gone, Cammy checked her phone, expecting messages or missed calls from either Dylan or Greg. To her surprise, there were none. Brushing it off, she refocused on her work.
