The office buzzed with an energy that felt almost electric, charged with the anticipation of an event yet to unfold.
By the time the sun began to dip, painting the windows in shades of orange and pink, I felt the weight of the day pressing down on me.
It was a relief when the end of the workday arrived, though it offered no real escape from the tension.
As I gathered my things, I couldn’t shake the feeling that tomorrow would be different, that the quiet storm was about to break.
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