Excitement, a fired receptionist, and a reminder that even small problems are theirs.
Monday morning arrived the way first days always do — with a particular kind of nervous energy that sits just beneath the skin and makes everything feel a little more vivid than usual. I was pulled out of sleep by Leo's voice, warm and unhurried at the edge of the bed, telling me breakfast was waiting and that I needed to get moving. I was up before he finished the sentence. I could not remember the last time I had wanted to get out of bed this badly.
The shower was quick, but I savored it anyway — the hot water, the familiar smell of my products, the small ritual of it. I dried off and slowly worked my lotion into my skin, then my leave-in conditioner, moving through my morning routine with a focus tha
