>Venzrich
I placed my tablet down carefully on the smooth surface of my desk, making sure it didn't make a sound. The screen dimmed, then faded to black, reflecting my tired face for a brief second before disappearing completely. The office was quiet—too quiet actually.
The kind of quiet that pressed against your ears and made your thoughts louder.
I rolled my shoulders back slowly, stretching until I felt a dull pop run down my spine. A low sigh slipped past my lips as I leaned back into my swivel chair. The leather creaked softly under my weight. My tie felt tight around my neck, so I reached up and loosened it, tugging it down just enough to breathe easier.
My thumb brushed over my lips without me realizing it, a habit I picked up long ago whenever I was thinking too much. I crossed one leg over the other and stared up at the ceiling.
