It is finally time to get back to work.

The morning definitely seemed far too bright for the kind of day I was about to face. I stood in front of the huge Parsons company—my workplace, my battlefield, my doom—and felt my stomach twist into a sailor’s knot.

Why did the building look taller today? Why did the glass walls seem shinier? Why did the receptionist desk inside feel like a stage where everyone could see me enter?

Because I was terrified.

Absolutely, ridiculously terrified.

I ...