After the press conference, I didn’t have the strength to go back to work. So I started working tentatively from home, burying myself in reports and virtual meetings. I avoided the tabloids as much as I could, drowning myself in every form of distraction available. I studied relentlessly for the Smart City Project—blueprints, projections, risks, execution plans—anything that would keep my mind occupied.
And yet, no matter how hard I tried, my thoughts always circled back to the same question.
Did I do the right thing?
I had been holed up in the house since Monday. Scared. Paranoid. Every little sound made me wonder if someone had followed me home. Every unfamiliar car that slowed outside made my heart stutter. I imagined the headlines, the comments, the theories—some sympathetic, some c
