Lucian sat in his spacious office, the soft glow of his computer screen reflecting off his glasses.
He typed swiftly, his fingers moving almost instinctively over the keys, while his secretary, Philip, stood nearby, shuffling through a stack of documents.
The quiet hum of productivity filled the room, interrupted only by the occasional rustle of paper or the muted click of a pen.
But then, a faint sound cut through the tranquility—a murmur of laughter carried by the breeze. It was subtle at first, like the distant echo of a forgotten melody.
Lucian paused, his brow furrowing as he glanced up from his screen. He scanned the room briefly but found nothing unusual.
Philip, engrossed in the task at hand, didn't seem to notice.
With a shake of his head, Lucian dismissed the distraction and returned to his work.
