The aroma of freshly brewed black coffee wafted through the piles of logistics files in Mark's office.
The simple round wall clock above the door read 7:00 p.m. Most of Seren's employees had gone home an hour ago, leaving a soothing silence on the fourth floor of the rented building.
Mark had deliberately stayed a little longer to double-check the distribution data for subsidized fertilizer intended for farmers' groups in the southern region. He wanted to ensure that not a single village was left out of next week's delivery schedule. For Mark, this attention to detail wasn't about maintaining capital efficiency, but about preserving the hopes of the farmers whose livelihoods depended on the timeliness of these deliveries.
Outside the large glass window, a light rain was once again falling on the capital, creating a thin layer of mist that refracted the city lights into a blurry, colorful glow.
