Stepping into Richard Blackwood's office, Edwin's posture was rigid with determination. As he took in the familiar surroundings—the panoramic city views, the walls adorned with industry accolades—the memory of his last visit hit him like a punch to the gut. He could still hear Blackwood's voice, cold and final, as he terminated his contract. Silently, Edwin prayed for a change of heart this time.
Kimberly followed closely, his presence a silent pillar of support. The CEO's office exuded the same power and success it always had, a stark reminder of all Edwin had lost.
Richard Blackwood rose to greet them, his brown hair neatly combed and his piercing blue eyes sharp despite his late fifties. "Edwin, Kimberly," he said, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "Please, have a seat."
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