Travis flipped through the email on his computer screen for the third time, the words blurring as a lump formed in his throat. The message from Camila was polite but curt, a stark contrast to her usual fiery banter. It read like a corporate critique, devoid of any warmth or personal touch.

　　"Needs more variety," she had written. "Perhaps some with more... personality?"

　　He swivelled in his chair, staring out the vast window that framed the city's skyline- a view ...