Retreating To My Office
Craving a moment of peace, I slipped away to my office—my sanctuary amid the chaos. As the door clicked shut behind me, I let out a long breath, the weight of the day pressing down. I sifted through contracts and management agreements, viewing them with fresh eyes. With each document, my plan sharpened, forming a clear blueprint just waiting for the right moment. In the stillness, I gathered my thoughts, fully aware that soon, action would be inevitable.
Retreating To My Office
Thomas’ Unease
Later, Thomas dropped by, his expression tense and uneasy. “Something about Derek doesn’t sit right with me,” he murmured, his voice low and cautious. The weight behind his words was unmistakable, and I nodded in agreement, both of us aware of the growing problem under Derek’s leadership. “His influence over daily operations is troubling,” Thomas continued, giving voice to the suspicion we’d both harbored. As he spoke, it became painfully clear—things couldn’t continue like this. Change wasn’t just necessary; it was urgent.
Thomas’ Unease
