Owning an office is something Riley had never imagined would ever come his way. The thought of sitting in a space that was his, with a desk, a computer, and a title attached to his name, had always seemed too far away, something meant for others but never for him.
Yet here he was. Even as he leans back in the chair, the truth of it settles into his bones. For the first time in his life, he doesn't feel like he stumbled into something that doesn't belong to him, he feels like he deserves this, like every part of him has earned the right to be here... After seeing the work of his hands.
His chest swells with quiet pride, the disbelief washing into a steady pulse of confidence.
On his wrist sits one of the watches, given to him directly by Henry. It gleams against his skin, its weight a constant reminder that what he's staring at is no longer just a simple sketch tucked away on paper.
