Six months later.
I finished organizing the last project progress report and hit save.
I had quit the three part-time jobs that had been draining my body to the bone and transferred into headquarters as a project manager.
For the first time in years, my life had begun to return to something like normal.
At two in the afternoon, I went down to the executive archive room on the basement level.
Our alma mater's anniversary technology exhibition opened that day, and Arthur had been invited as a featured alumnus. He needed to bring a few early startup materials for the booth.
Matthew, one of the older employees, stood in front of a row of metal cabinets, searching through old files.
"Found it."
He pulled out a black notebook, dusted off the cover, and handed it to me.
"This is Mr. Vale
