New priorities
With a deep breath, George pushed through the revolving doors and made his way to the elevator. As he stepped inside, he found himself alone with his thoughts once more. The quiet hum of the ascending elevator felt oppressive, amplifying the sound of his own rapid heartbeat.
When the doors finally opened on his floor, George steeled himself for the day's work. As he rounded the corner to his desk, he saw Nebula standing there, her face a mix of concern and disappointment.
"George," she said, her voice low and urgent. "My office. Now."
Without waiting for a response, Nebula turned and strode towards her private office. George followed, his mind racing to understand what could have happened since last night.
As he entered Nebula's office, she was already seated behind her desk, a stack of papers in front of her. "Close the door," she instructed, her tone serious but not angry.