My boss ordered me to stay late every day to train my replacement

the fire. And then, when I’ve extracted every ounce of value, I’ll step away again—this time without a single box in hand.

That night, I pour myself another glass of wine and look around the apartment. It’s quiet, but not empty. It hums with momentum, with the buzz of something new and alive.

I pick up my phone and scroll through the messages pouring continue reading …