Chapter 38

• A deep sigh cut through the silence, the sound of someone exhaling as though they had just finished a long, grueling task.
• “I don't really know how to describe this year's lineup...” A voice finally spoke, low, carrying a sense intrigue. “I can't just call it good—it’s fascinating.”
• A desk lamp's warm glow shed light on the speaker’s face—Eugene. His sharp, yet gentle young look was cast in warm light, his wire-framed glasses reflecting the documents before him.