Nathan
“Another day survived,” I muttered, rubbing my temples as the heavy oak doors of the conference room closed behind me. The sharp click echoed with finality in the marble-floored hallway.
Father chuckled, falling into step beside me. “Now, it wasn’t as interminable as all that. I distinctly remember you managing not to snarl once.”
I cast him a wry half-smile. “A monumental achievement, to be sure. But after five hours of pedantic debates over make-believe crises, even my patience wears thin.”
“The curse of leadership - one must feign interest in the concerns of those they serve, however trivial,” Father remarked sagely as we exited the bustling municipal building into the brisk winter afternoon.
I nodded, inhaling deep cleansing breaths of the crisp air. The subtle scents of pi
