Breakfast that morning was an açaí bowl, it sat on the sleek marble counter, a vibrant splash of color in the otherwise muted tones of my penthouse kitchen. Organic açaí berries, the color of deep amethyst, swirled with mango, strawberries, and blueberries, a drizzle of honey glistening like a jewel. A sprinkle of granola added a satisfying crunch.
I felt the familiar surge of optimism, a lightness in my chest that came with a healthy start to the day. This morning, though, the usual routine of my private gym in my basement felt too confined. I needed the open air, the rhythm of my own steps.
"Good morning, boss," Leo greeted me as I stepped out, briefcase in hand. He held the car door open, his face a mask of impassiveness.
Years of service, and he still wore that same unreadable e
