Ricky

Two weeks later

My office doesn’t have a window, not even one the size of a porthole. Nevertheless, it is a room with a door, not a cubicle. With my suit coat hanging on the back of my chair, I stare at the information on my desk, completely in awe that I am sitting where I am. This is almost everything I want in life.

The missing piece is no doubt on the third floor. I can’t blame her for not speaking to me two weeks ago ...