Every day, Damian watched his company sink deeper.
Banks called in loans. Clients canceled contracts. Suppliers demanded payment. Employees quit.
One by one, his core team handed in their resignations.
Some left without a word, leaving only a cold resignation letter on their desks.
Two-thirds of the design department resigned. Those who remained were the interns I had once trained.
They still came in, but they no longer worked. They spent every day at their desks scrolling through job listings.
Damian entered the office, walked down the empty hallway, and opened the design department's door.
This had once been the liveliest part of the company. I would sit at the desk in the corner with my headphones on, sketching while a crowd gathered to watch.
Whenever I worked, I unconsciously
