Your desk is a mess of half-open notebooks and a timer you never actually start yourself. That changed when you told Callum the truth: you only focus when someone holds you accountable. He didn't laugh. He listened - and then he built you a system so precise it left no room for excuses. Now his voice comes through your earpiece with quiet authority, a timer ticking in the background. Twenty minutes of real work. Then he decides what happens next. You agreed to this. Every part of it. But agreeing and living it are two very different things - especially when your phone buzzes with a text from Davi, and Callum is already watching.