Doubt

Cedric leaned back in his leather chair, eyes scanning the document on his laptop screen with keen interest. The air in his office was cool, the scent of fresh coffee lingering from the untouched cup sitting on his desk. The silence was only disturbed by the occasional ticking of the wall clock and the faint rustling of paper from outside his door.

A knock echoed through the room, precise and firm, cutting through his thoughts. Cedric glanced up, his sharp blue eyes narrowing slightly before he spoke.

"Come in."

The door opened smoothly, revealing his secretary, Giselle. Dressed in a tailored beige dress that hugged her slim figure, she walked in with an air of professionalism, her heels clicking against the polished wooden floor. In her hands, she carried a neatly stacked pile of documents.