Marven picked up the pen again. “I’m starting to feel like this is a waste of time. If no one has anything else to say, I’ll sign.”
Zeyan still didn’t respond.
Elena closed her eyes.
At that moment, there was no voice in her head, no screaming, no one calling out. Only an emptiness so deep, she felt as though she were standing in a place without gravity.
Then suddenly, the sound of a door opening echoed.
Not loud. Not rushed. Just a quiet creak of the hinge, but enough to pull the entire room back to the ground.
A man entered wearing a light blue shirt, his jacket draped over one arm, silver-rimmed glasses, a file tucked under his arm, his demeanor polite and composed to the point that every gaze instinctively paused.
Marven was the first to speak: “Excuse me, who gave you permissio
