The sound is almost imperceptible, but enough.
The first movement.
I lean my back on the chair, exhale slowly. Because this... It's just beginning.
...
I see her enter later, from the other side of the glass. Her office, her space, her company.
And yet... she doesn't move the same way anymore.
There is something different about her, lighter. More... calm down and that should be good. But it is not.
Not when we're in the middle of something big, or when I need her full focus.
I gently tap the table with my fingers.
Slow pace, thinking, measuring. She greets someone, smiles and that gesture... It bothers me more than it should.
Because I know where it comes from, because I know who causes it.
I clench my jaw, not with anger, but with determination. Because this is not going to get
