My phone buzzed on the table, a sharp intrusion. I glanced at the screen—a message from a colleague, a single line that felt loaded with significance.
“Have you heard anything?”
I hesitated, fingers hovering over the keys. What was there to say?
The unspoken hung heavy in the air.
By mid-afternoon, the office felt like a pressure cooker. Everyone moved with a sense of purpose, but the tension was palpable.
It was as if we were all waiting for a signal, something to break the surface of polite pretense.
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