C39 Unspoken Promises

Smith pushed the office door open and stepped aside.

“Please,” he said softly, “you may go in, sir.

Moonshine crossed the threshold.

At first, there was only darkness thick, suffocating until a single dim light burned at the far end of the room. A sharp click followed, and another light flickered on, the sound echoing unnaturally in the silence.

“Good evening, Mr. Calvin,” Moonshine greeted