Silence. Then the faraway screech of a janitor’s cart. Then—the door to Eric’s office swung open. The old lion emerged, shirt untucked, eyes like a shark who’d smelled blood three miles off.
The dthrip —the tiny, almost silent sound of his own heartbeat hitting the floor—was the only noise left. industry s02 dthrip
Dthrip’s throat closed. He could hear Rishi’s voice in his memory: “If you’re gonna fuck up, fuck up loud. Don’t be a ghost.” Silence
So he didn’t hide it. He stood up. He said, very quietly, into the hum of the empty floor: industry s02 dthrip