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As I pushed through the heavy glass doors of the office building after work, I felt that all-too-familiar tired determination that came from a long day of pretending everything was okay while my thoughts were staging a one-man riot behind the scenes.
The early afternoon sun hung low, casting warm golds and deep oranges across the city streets, making the world feel strangely softer, almost out of place after the emotional acrobatics I'd put myself through.
I left work earlier than usual... because I was a man on a mission and I had to get home fast so I could have enough time to do it.
My tie was uncomfortably tight, my suit jacket a bit wrinkled from too many anxious tugs, and the scent of stale coffee and printer ink clung to me, reminding me that I'd barely managed my duties as Xavier's PA today, fumbling through schedules and emails while his calm and composed dismissals replayed in my mind.
