I needed to think, to process what this meant, but the weight of the upcoming meeting loomed large in my mind.
The board, the investors, the strategic direction—all of it hung in the balance, and here I was, questioning sanity.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, a voice echoed, mingling with the girl’s whispered command.
Could this be a sign, a warning of the deeper issues brewing beneath the surface?
Or was it nothing more than a figment, a trick of stress and fatigue?
I glanced once more at the glass, half expecting her to reappear, to offer some explanation.
But there was only my reflection, burdened with the weight of decisions yet to be made.
I took a deep breath, trying to reclaim some semblance of normalcy, but the girl’s presence lingered like a shadow.
In the silence of the office, I realized that clarity would not come easily.
The demands of leadership—always present, always pressing—felt more daunting than ever.
