Except for the chat, which now held a single, unread message from the company’s head of engineering, Vikram: “Next time, check the site permissions first. We all learn this one the hard way. 😉”

“Leo, we’ll come back to you,” Marissa said. “Meanwhile, Priya, could you walk us through the prototype?”

He opened system preferences. Input device: Built-in Microphone. Check. Google Meet permissions: Enabled. Check. He tapped the mic—the little green level meter in system settings jumped. So the hardware was fine.

“One sec,” he typed in the chat. His fingers flew: Mic not working. Rejoining.

The email arrived at 8:47 AM, three minutes before the all-hands meeting. Subject line: URGENT: Please fix your mic, Leo.

He left. He rejoined. The little microphone icon now had a happy blue glow. “Can you hear me?” he asked, leaning toward his laptop like it was a campfire.

“…so as you can see, Q3 projections are—” Her face froze, then pixelated, then re-formed. Leo’s own face stared back from his thumbnail. He was not speaking. He was, in fact, holding a coffee mug and mouthing “oh no.”