The room was dim,intentionally so. It wasn't the cozy glow of a candlelit library or the soft ambiance of a lounge.
It was an oppressive darkness, where shadows loomed ominously against the walls, and light struggled to penetrate the gloom.
Everything about this space was designed to make a man feel insignificant.
A single lamp on the desk cast an amber pool over neatly stacked papers,one pile labeled "Reports," the other "Excuses."
The man who inhabited this room had already rehearsed which category tonight's call would fall into.
Dread coiled in his stomach like a serpent.
Though expansive, the office lacked any warmth one might associate with wealth.
The furniture was purely functional,built for durability rather than charm even the chair squeaked as he shifted his weight, adding to the unsettling atmosphere.
The air carried a faint scent of dust and cold metal, while silence weighed heavily around him, making each sound he made feel like an act of betrayal.
