Chapter 10
Instant Coffee
The West City handover sat open on my laptop until nearly three in the morning.
I simplified eight months of work into neat folders, clear labels, short summaries, and colour-coded risk levels.
Negotiation history.
Budget structure.
Legal disputes.
Vendor issues.
Henderson’s pressure points.
Board presentation draft.
The more I organised, the cleaner it looked.
The cleaner it looked, the less it resembled what it had cost me.
No one would see the nights I had stayed behind until the cleaning staff came through with their carts. No one would know how many times I had rewritten the same clause until Legal stopped arguing with me. No one would see the version of me who had sat alone under office lights at midnight, eating cold takeaway while comparing ven
