Chapter 114 Whispers Behind Closed Doors

Mr. Kensington’s POV The air inside my office felt heavier than usual, dense and warm despite the faint chill of the late afternoon, and as I shifted in my chair, reaching for the glass of water I had been nursing for the past hour, I realized my fingers trembled slightly, a tremor I didn’t like, a sign I had worked longer than the doctor advised, a sign I chose to ignore because legacy doesn’t wait for frailty to pass.