Manisha Yadav - Fiction

It was a Tuesday morning, and the conference room hummed with the usual routine. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the faint aroma of glazed donuts, comforting and predictable. Peter, the HR manager, stood at the front of the room, adjusting his glasses, his palms slightly damp, though no one would have known. His hands always shook a little, a fact he’d long since accepted. He made a point of pretending he wasn’t nervous as he glanced at his notes, knowing that everyone was watching him.