LEVI
The day had unfolded far better than I ever could have imagined. Just yesterday, I had tossed and turned in bed, worrying and wondering how today would play out—how the saboteur would try to ruin things again.
As I sat in the control room, it felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders, compounded by the expectations I had for myself and those that everyone else had for me.
When the announcer mentioned the rain, I’d relied more on sheer instinct than on any formal knowledge or experience, yet everything had gone my way.
It was the best feeling ever, seeing everything play out the way I wanted after so long.
A rare satisfaction settled in my chest as I stood among my workers in the bar, the weight of success lifting my shoulders higher. The best part? Those smug reporte
