Tonight
The board meeting lasted forty minutes. Lucian announced Hargreaves’ removal in three cold sentences. No explanation. No drama. Just facts and documentation available upon request. Two members pushed back. One demanded a vote. Lucian looked at him with those dark, dead eyes and said: “This isn’t a vote. It’s a notification.” The meeting moved on. I sat at his right, took notes, and felt the weight of “tonight” sitting heavy in my chest like something alive. The floor cleared by six. I stayed at my desk. Lucian stayed in his office. The open door between us had become its own language — a promise and a cage at the same time. At six forty-seven he appeared in the doorway. Jacket off. Tie loosened. Sleeves rolled up. The end-of-day version of him that always made my pulse skip. “Com
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