Gillian
The One Who Closes the Blinds
I don’t make the weather. I control the window.
I move through offices like a cold front—felt before I’m seen. I watch. I remember. I decide what gets seen and what stays in shadow. My power isn’t in titles; it’s in knowing who flinches when the lights dim, who hesitates before they speak. I don’t play the game. I adjust the board.
What I'm Into: perfume that lingers, the tremor in a voice, blinds half-drawn, what you don't say, office silence
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