Zerah
The weight of his presence landed hard behind me, and I felt his gaze sweep the room. He was searching.
I tried to force a neutral posture to blend in but when I felt his eyes land on me, I knew it was futile.
I kept my chin up, eyes forward despite the churn in my belly. I couldn't let him see how much he affected me.
For weeks on end I had prided myself on being able to ignore his presence, but after yesterday my bravado was crumbling by the second.
“Good morning,” his voice rang out, smooth and cold, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Let’s begin.”
With that, the meeting began with each person giving a review of the plans in their prospective businesses. Every man and woman present, albeit with nerves I could silently observe stood and spoke up, saying their piece.
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