Chapter 28 Subtle Battles

• The next day, I resumed my work at the office. I would be attending my first official meeting with the team, and since I was the new kid on the block, I knew I had to do my best to showcase my potential.
• I reached my desk on time. The air felt heavy, thick with the scent of stale coffee and paper. I tried to push the lingering memory of last night's encounter with Roselyn to the back of my mind, focusing on the spreadsheet in front of me. However, the anonymous text I received was also driving me crazy. I had read it at least twenty times before I finally fell asleep, and I still wasn't sure what to do about it. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on my desk, a reminder of the meeting with Mr. Nucci. I closed my laptop, grabbed the documents the marketing assistant sent me, and rushed towards the elevator.
• The conference room was a sterile space, dominated by a large table and the faint scent of wood. Mr. Nucci, his face etched with the confidence of a man who'd spent his life navigating corporate battles, sat at the head of the table. His team, a collection of polished professionals, occupied the remaining seats.