Michael’s POV
The smell of coffee greeted me before I even reached my desk. A fresh cup was already waiting on the table, steam curling slowly above it, the only proper start to a day like this.”
I closed the office door behind me and loosened my tie slightly before lowering myself into the chair. For a brief moment, I allowed the silence to stretch, my eyes closing as I wrapped my hand around the warm mug. One sip was enough to wake up the sharper edges of my mind.
The screen of my computer lit up with a faint glow. I placed the coffee back down, pulled the keyboard closer, and began typing out a reply to an email that had been left untouched yesterday. I kept my words short and precise. No room for softness. Every second wasted only gave the world more time to spin its noise about us.
