It was already past noon, yet the sky over Star Harbor showed no sign of clearing. The rain had settled into a steady rhythm, heavy and persistent, washing over the city as if it intended to stay for days. From the tall glass windows of the office, the view of the port was blurred, ships barely visible through the grey curtain of water, cranes standing still as operations slowed under the storm.
Inside the office, the atmosphere remained calm.
Miles signed the last document placed before him, his pen moving smoothly across the page. He closed the file and slid it forward.
June stepped in, gathering the papers carefully, arranging them into a neat stack with practiced precision.
Miles leaned back slightly and picked up the remote, turning on the television mounted on the wall.
The Sterling Media Channel appeared instantly.
The anchor spoke with clarity, her tone professional yet composed.
