The movement of people around the building felt far more active than usual.
No… it wasn't just active.
It was too precise.
People moved from one place to another carrying documents, speaking in low voices, as if every step had been measured. The receptionist, who had always been calm, was now handling multiple calls at once without missing a beat… but her smile was no longer relaxed.
It was… mechanical.
The old company… no longer felt the same.
It was as if something had awakened it.
—Izel, you're here. How were your vacations? —a slender woman with a gentle gaze said.
I recognized her immediately.
She was the one who always helped me with makeup before interviews.
—Good… I just needed some time —I replied, rubbing my arm with slight discomfort.
I couldn't remember her name.
And that made me feel worse than it should have.
—Hey… what's going on? —I asked, looking around—. Why is everything so… active?
The woman smiled.
But it wasn't a casual smile.
It was… proud.
