Chapter 91

• THE OLD SELF IS BACK
• It is a serene Friday evening, the gentle tick-tock of my wristwatch marking the passage of time, quarter past eight. A yawn escapes me, a signal of the day's weariness, as I stretch my tired muscles before settling back at my desk. This week has been a cascade of pure joy and contentment, with every moment spent at work bringing fulfillment because, finally, I am doing what I love. I feel rejuvenated, as if each day brings a new beginning. I am back to feeling the kick of my real self.
• The atmosphere in the office is tranquil and welcoming, save for a couple of individuals whose grievances towards me remain a mystery. But amidst them, everyone else is a delight, sweet as candy. Competence and assertiveness reign supreme here; each person knows their role precisely, eliminating the need for any hand-holding. Credit is due to Davon for fostering such an environment and, of course, to my boss, whose leadership sets the tone for our team's success.