I just wasn’t ready to name it yet.
The city felt different now.
Not new
Not unfamiliar.
Just… aware.
Like it knew something I didn’t want to admit.
I walked without direction.
Hands in my pockets.
No driver.
No schedule.
Just walking.
And then it started.
Small things.
A billboard.
I didn’t even mean to look at it.
But there it was.
Her firm’s logo.
Clean. Sharp.
Everywhere.
I stopped for a second.
Looked at it properly this time.
“She built this,” I muttered.
And it showed.
I kept walking.
A radio playing somewhere.
From a nearby café.
Low volume.
But I caught it.
“…one of the leading firms in crisis management…”

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