RILEY'S POV The office looked the same, that was the strange part.After you decide to leave somewhere, you expect the walls to shift, the air to feel different. The lighting dimmed in dramatic acknowledgment. But everything was ordinary.The receptionist nodded at me like she always did, the elevator chimed on cue, the faint smell of coffee and printer ink lingered in the hallway. Normal.I stepped into my office and closed the door quietly behind me.For a moment, I just stood there.This room had seen so many versions of me. Ambitious, exhausted, victorious, humiliated, determined.And now… detached.I set my bag down on the desk and powered on my computer. The screen glowed to life, filled with notifications.Emails, meeting reminders and project updates.I stared at them without urgency. For the first time since I started working here, I wasn’t building toward something. I was wrapping it up. There’s a difference.Building something is loud, forward and hopeful, ending it is met
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