A BROKEN SELF

I spent the entire day buried in work at Armand Inc., keeping my head down as Uncle Cedric had instructed. The hours dragged, a silent weight pressing down on me as I went through every report, every email, forcing myself to focus. No one came to my office. Not even, Bruno, he had taken the day off, and for once, I wished he were around to break the eerie silence that settled over my workspace. The tension in my chest grew heavier as the day wore on. I had expected Armand to come storming in, demanding answers, even threatening me, but there was nothing. He never showed, and it only worsened my mood.