Grayson
The office felt different that afternoon, too quiet, too still.
The usual hum of voices, the muted ring of the phone, and conversations in hushed tones were all gone.
Everyone was busy finalizing last-minute arrangements for the investors’ dinner.
For once, Hale Developments wasn't abuzz with activity. It felt like the building was holding its breath.
I sat behind my desk, the blinds half drawn, revealing sunlight that spilled across the polished surface, casting a warm glow over my office.
My tie hung loose around my neck, my sleeves rolled up. The guest list for the dinner glowed faintly on my screen. Few lines of names, affiliations, contributions, people who were here to make more deals, to be seen, to show off.
But my eyes paid them not a second glance. They were on o
