A faint smile touched Timothy Hart's lips, softening his usually reserved features with a hint of warmth.
"Alright, I'll be back soon."
"That's it?"
"Mm, bye."
He hung up, glanced at his phone, and smiled quietly to himself.
The sun sank low on the horizon, casting a golden glow across the land, as if gilding the world in gentle radiance—his heart, too, wrapped in a quiet warmth.
He pocketed the phone, turned, and entered the conference room.
The senior executives were waiting. The marketing manager at the projector was about to resume the next presentation, but Timothy raised a hand to stop him.
"Enough. Everyone's tired. Let's end the meeting here. Take the proposals I flagged and revise them completely. Submit them to me tomorrow morning for review. That's all—dismissed."
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