Clear Chime

Prowled past an open ledger across the dark oak desk. Ahead sat a polished chrome dome—a service bell anchored upon a heavy black base. Paused. The small brass plunger on top waited in total silence. Calculated the drop. *Click.* One swift, decisive strike—my hook hammered straight down onto the button. *DING-G-G.* A piercing chime erupted through the quiet air, a high vibration shivering across the grain. Didn't flinch. Braced both boots into the wood, standing firm as the clear hum slowly dissolved into the shadows. Clean strike. Ground held.