Knox

Pacing the length of the lobby like a caged lion. Struggling to make a decision.

I catch the receptionist staring at me like I've gone crazy.

After a tense silence from my end, I let out a deep sign. “Fine. I'll proceed with the meeting.” Then I end the call.

I return to the desk, fixing a hard glare at the receptionist. She slides the key card on the desk, and I take it.

“Fifth floor,” she informs me.

I head to the elevator and press a button. The door slid shut, sealing me inside the elevator.

The steady hum of the elevator drowns my thoughts, leaving only silence...