The convent had always been a place of refuge, a sanctuary from the chaos of the outside world. But that morning, everything felt different. The air was thick with an unspoken tension as I made my way to the office. Sister Agnes had called me earlier, her voice tight with something I couldn’t quite place. « He wants to see you, » she had said, leaving no room for questions.
The office was sparse, a simple desk and a few chairs, sunlight filtering through the small window. The priest sat behind the desk, my file open in front of him. He looked up as I entered, offering a polite smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. « Please, sit down, » he gestured to the chair opposite him.
I sat, the envelope Sister Agnes had handed me earlier resting in my lap. My name was printed neatly across the front, the paper crisp and unopened. « We need to talk about your future here, » the priest began, his tone smooth but lacking warmth. He flipped through the pages of my file with practiced ease, each turn a reminder of the evaluations and reports contained within.
« You’ve been with us for some time now, » he continued, eyes scanning the documents. « Your work is greatly appreciated. » His words hung in the air, ambiguous and unsettling. I nodded, unsure of what he wanted from me.
« But perhaps it’s time we discuss other opportunities, » he added, closing the file with a soft thud. My heart raced, but I remained silent, hands clenching around the envelope.
His gaze met mine, steady and unreadable. « You’re doing important work, » he said, his voice a paradox of sincerity and something else I couldn’t quite place. « But change can be good, don’t you think? »
The conversation ended with a handshake, his grip firm and dismissive, leaving me to wonder what power games were being played behind closed doors. As I left the office, Sister Agnes stood in the hallway, her face a mask of professionalism. She avoided my eyes, her silence louder than any words.
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