The morning sun spilled through the windows of the office. Elara sat at her desk, scrolling through emails and reports, the satisfaction of progress settling in her chest like warmth. After months of relentless effort, meetings, and presentations, the NGO’s approval had finally come through. The board had signed off on the funding, the city permits were cleared, and everything she and her team had worked for was ready to launch.
Timothy leaned against the doorframe, a cup of coffee in hand and that familiar soft grin on his face. “You look happy,” he said, stepping inside.
Elara looked up and smiled. “I am happy. We did it.”
Timothy walked over, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “You did it. I just bought the coffee.”
She laughed softly, the sound filled with relief and triumph. “
