Words being said.
None of it landing.
Because my mind had already left the room.
Left the call.
Was somewhere else entirely.
8 hours ahead.
In the same city.
With her.
I exhaled quietly.
“Send me a summary,” I said.
“Sir, we’re still discussing-”
“Send me a summary,” I repeated.
A pause.
“Yes, sir.”
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Closed the laptop.
hd sat there for a second.
Still.
Then I checked the time again.
4:52 a.m.
At least something useful was happening.
Morning.
Finally.
By 5 a.m., I was already in the shower.
Cold water.
Sharp.
Exactly what I needed.
Clears the head.
Resets things.
Or at least, it’s supposed to.
I stood there longer than necessary.
Letting the water run.
Trying not to think.

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