It was not a concrete signal. It was a sensation. That silent discomfort that appears when the ground you thought was firm begins to move barely... enough to throw you off.
I entered the room with a sure step. Dark suit, impeccable. The watch adjusted. The right expression. I greeted with a professional, firm gesture. I sat down unhurriedly, taking my rightful place.
Vanessa wasn't there. It wasn't her space. She knew when to be there... and when not to.
The table was large, made of polished glass. Documents were neatly arranged in front of each participant. Projections played on the screen. The air smelled of expensive coffee and important decisions.
We talked first about figures. About losses. About accumulated errors. About a structure that had worked for years, but now showed obvio
