THE 👑 CHIEF Night Sentry @ THE👑FIRM

The wind outside stirred the dry ivy clinging to the outer brickwork. From this perch along the wooden sill, night shifts everything into silhouettes. A moth repeatedly tapped the glass, drawn by the amber desk lamp far behind me. I ignored the flutter and kept my gaze fixed on the garden gate below. When a sudden shadow cut through the gravel path, I drew my sidearm in one measured sweep, keeping low against the painted wood frame. It was merely a neighbor's gray tabby prowling the perimeter. I tracked its route along the fence until it slipped beneath the hedges, then eased back into the timber's dark corner. Ground is quiet. thank goodness ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️