I had come to close something that had lingered far too long.
And somewhere deep inside, I already knew one thing with certainty:
This meeting would not unfold the way they expected.
The Door at the End of the Hall
At the end of the hallway, the conference room door stood slightly open.
Inside, faint sounds drifted out—papers shuffling, the low scrape of a chair against wood, someone clearing their throat.
Then the noise stopped.
Silence settled, sudden and deliberate.
As if someone sensed my presence before I even stepped inside.
I pushed the door open.
And there they were.