The last file closed softly beneath my hand.
Finally.
I leaned back against the chair slowly before glancing toward the clock sitting near the edge of my desk.
6:08 PM.
Outside the glass windows, London had already started darkening beneath heavy evening clouds while office lights glowed endlessly across nearby buildings.
My neck ached.
So did my shoulders.
I stood up slowly and stretched both arms above my head. Several parts of my body cracked immediately from sitting too long.
A quiet exhale left me afterward.
I began arranging the scattered documents across my desk carefully.
Everything needed to stay organized.
Predictable.
Because lately, too many things around me weren’t.
Once the desk looked clean enough again, I picked up my phone and slipped it into my bag before wal
