Omar loosened his tie as he walked into his office, letting out a content sigh. He’d never admit it to Aisha, but her cooking was finger-licking good, and he was still savoring the meal. A smile played on his lips, but it quickly faded as he noticed the scattered files on his desk. His work awaited him, and he reluctantly started sifting through the paperwork and emails.

After a few minutes, he heard a knock followed by familiar footsteps. Without even looking up, he knew it was Faraaz. That was the thing about knowing someone too well—you didn’t need to see them to recognize them.