Six months later, at the end of summer, I was doing well. I had ended the lease on my old apartment and moved into a nicer one-bedroom a few miles away from my previous neighborhood. I worked from home a lot, but I had meetings on-site occasionally.
I thought about Lenny from time to time. I hadn’t heard from him since I’d left his firm, but I hoped he was okay. I felt much better about myself now, having taken charge of my future and fostering a better outlook on life in general.
As I hadn’t had much of a social life in what felt like years, even before quitting my job at the advertising firm, I decided to check out a new club that was apparently inclusive and the hottest thing going. I didn’t care much about that, but for a change, I just wanted to get a drink and be around relaxed peo
