First Step Forward

A low hum echoed through the quiet room. I looked down at my left hand, tucked into my dress pocket. With a steady pulse of intent, I flexed my fingers. They responded. I loosened my grip on the leather folder under my arm, shifting its weight. Taking a measured breath, I stepped forward onto the polished floor. The subtle tap of my heel confirmed solid ground beneath me. Everything was precise, functional, and deliberate.