As we arrive at the company, I can still feel Angel’s playful teasing lingering in the air, but I’ve chosen to ignore it for the time being. My irritation is palpable, and I know she’s harmless at this moment, even as her light-hearted jests poke at my frayed nerves. This is my fault, I remind myself—her innocence juxtaposed against my frustration only deepens my resolve to find a suitable solution to the mess I seem to have created.
“Good morning, Mr. Silver,” the guard greets me with a warm smile, his voice brightening the tension that envelops me.
“Good morning,” I replied, trying to channel some of that positivity as the door swung open to reveal the bustling interior of our company.
Alfred, my mentor and long-time confidant, once mentioned how fortunate we are that all our employee
