Entering The Room
Steve gestured for me to enter the meeting room, his expression unreadable. The space was unusually still, the kind of silence where even the faintest sound feels magnified. As the door clicked shut behind us, it felt like the prelude to something unknown. Without hesitation, Steve turned his attention to the stack of papers in front of him. I slid into my chair, clasping my hands tightly to keep them steady, bracing myself for what was to come.
Entering The Room
Uncovering A History
Steve adopted a serious tone as he began discussing recorded complaints and a troubling history involving my boss. His words drew me in, my curiosity sharpening with each revelation. Terms like “pattern” and “repeated behavior” hung in the air, adding weight to the conversation. His eyes stayed locked on mine, as if carefully measuring my response. I listened closely, each detail feeling both validating and unsettling, shedding light on aspects I hadn’t fully grasped before.
Uncovering A History
