Third person POV from Calvin
Calvin had never been afraid of silence. But the stillness of this kind—punctuated only by the soft click of his watch and the hum of the espresso machine—felt louder than any crowd he'd ever faced. His penthouse was immaculate, trimmed in clean lines and muted tones, just the way he liked it. But there was a hollow ring in the space these days, like something had been removed and the void refused to fill.
His phone lit up again.
Another headline.
"Lily Martinez's Research Facility Earns Global Recognition in Two Months."
He let the article roll past his screen as he sipped his coffee, eyes lingering on the photo.
Lily, standing in a pristine white lab coat, flanked by a pair of Nobel laureates who had endorsed her project. The caption read: Redefining hope. One breakthrough at a time.
