The next day, as Zeriel strode into his office building, his usual confident demeanor was replaced by a subtle tension. Memories of the previous day's storm brewed just beneath his composed exterior, a simmering guilt that he couldn't entirely shake. The moment he reached his office, his assistant Bryan intercepted him, holding an envelope outstretched, his expression unreadable.
"Sir," Bryan said, extending the envelope. "Miss Alisha instructed me to hand this over to you."
Zeriel frowned, taking the envelope and giving Bryan a brief nod of dismissal. The assistant promptly turned, shutting the door quietly behind him, leaving Zeriel alone with the envelope that suddenly felt too heavy in his hands. An unsettling feeling crept over him as he tore it open, his pulse quickening. A single sheet of paper slid into his hand. He unfolded it slowly, his eyes narrowing as he read the title: "Resignation Letter."