Derek’s Unaware Parade
Meanwhile, Derek strutted through the restaurant, blissfully unaware of the shifting tides around him. His overconfident swagger bordered on comical, especially considering the storm quietly building beyond his sight. He thrived on control, on keeping everyone in check—but how much longer could that last? As I watched him, a mix of amusement and urgency stirred within me. He moved through the space like he was untouchable, sealed in a bubble, completely oblivious to the reckoning on the horizon.
Derek’s Unaware Parade
Staff Suspicion
The staff whispered in hushed tones, their eyes flicking around the room as if trading secrets beneath the surface. “Something’s up,” one murmured, casting a glance toward Maria. The air was heavy with anticipation, thick with quiet speculation about the changes on the horizon. Voices stayed low, cautious of the wrong ears catching wind. Yet even in whispers, their words revealed a vivid blend of anxiety and cautious hope. Change was no longer a question—it was a presence, lingering just out of reach, waiting to unfold.
Staff Suspicion
