Olivia:
I stepped into his office, holding the file close to my chest. He was already there behind his desk, focused on something on his screen.
“You asked to see me, sir?” I said carefully.
Dominic looked up, his expression calm as always. “Yes. Sit.”
I did, setting the file on the desk between us.
“What have you been working on for the expo?” he asked, his tone even and precise, like every word was measured before leaving his mouth.
I opened the folder and slid a few printed pages toward him. “I reviewed last year’s materials and started outlining a new direction for this year’s campaign. I think we can make it—”
He lifted a hand slightly, a quiet signal for me to stop. I did.
He flipped through the papers slowly, his eyes scanning every line without a single sound. The silence s
