"I’m glad everything's fine—" I began, the slight relief in my voice barely masking the tension that simmers beneath.
"But wait, what?" A sudden wave of anxiety crashes over me, unraveling the calm I was desperately trying to maintain. My mind races, and I instinctively grip the edge of my desk, unsure of what this stark change in tone means. The reassurance I felt moments ago is evaporating like mist in the morning sun.
"There seems to be a little problem that occurred last night, Mr. Silver," my secretary says, her voice clipped and unsteady. Her demeanor sends warning signals directly to my brain. Instinctively, my internal alarm bells started ringing. Something feels very off, a signal that a storm may be approaching, one that I hadn’t anticipated.
"Calm down. Breathe in... breathe
