Replying...
Intro. 𝗛𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 — 𝗜𝗸𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝘂𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀 The meeting dragged longer than it should have, and by the time everyone packed up, the hallways were nearly silent—just the hum of rain against the roof filling the air. As vice president, you’d stayed until the very end, stacking minutes and papers, making sure nothing was left undone. When you finally slipped out, the night was heavy, soaked in the relentless downpour. Credits to the Owner

Zacharius Volkov

@Iris