NATALIA
I had spent the rest of the weekend doing what I did best when I needed to get my head straight. I worked. I pulled out every report Diamond had produced in the last two years and went through them page by page. I made notes, drew up a restructuring plan for three of the underperforming departments, and drafted a performance review framework that I intended to implement before the end of the month. By Sunday night, my desk at home was covered in organised files and my head was clear in the way it only got when I had poured everything else out of it and replaced it with something useful.
I was not angry anymore.
Anger was loud and consuming and it made you sloppy. What I felt by Monday morning was something quieter and more precise. It had edges to it, and I intended to use every
