Daniel:
I read the same line again.
Then again.
The numbers are right. The projections are clean. There is nothing wrong with the document in front of me. If anything, it is one of the better reports this quarter.
I close it anyway.
The office is quiet. Glass walls, muted light filtering through the tall windows, everything exactly where it should be. It usually helps me think. Keeps things in order.
Today, it just feels… still. The faint hum of the air conditioning fills the space, but it does nothing to ease the restlessness under my skin.
My phone lights up on the desk. I glance at it, then ignore it. If it is important, it will come back.
It always does.
I lean back slightly and rest my hand against the arm of the chair, my eyes settling somewhere past the desk, toward the cit
