Love Letter

With the heavy double doors clicked shut, the room fell into a peaceful stillness.

I took a slow step back, looking around Sarah's private command office. Even though it was technically a temporary administrative suite set up inside a newly erected building, Sarah had clearly left her personal touch on the space.

A faint scent of warm vanilla and fresh coffee lingered in the air. A plush throw blanket was neatly folded over the armrest of the leather sofa, a couple of elegant potted succulents sat on the windowsill, and soft, warm lighting illuminated the room instead of the harsh, buzzing fluorescent lights found in the hallways.

It felt surprisingly cozy and relaxing, almost like a quiet sanctuary completely cut off from the frantic noise of the construction site outside.