Adam Reynolds stepped out of the high-ceilinged meeting room, letting out a long, heavy sigh of relief that seemed to vibrate through his entire frame.
The doors clicked shut behind him with a resonant thud, marking the end of a grueling four-hour session with the cabinet.
His rut had not yet reached its natural conclusion, leaving his temper frayed and his physical state in a constant, simmering discomfort that felt like a low-grade fever burning beneath his skin.
He had pushed through the morning on sheer, stubborn willpower, but as he stood in the hallway, he felt he was finally reaching the end of his tether.
Just outside the doors, his personal assistant, Caleb, was standing, waiting for him.
As soon as Adam began walking down the long, marbled corridor, Caleb fell into step perfectly behind him, matching Adam's stride.
