Like his professional judgment. The man who cracked my screen had cracked under PR pressure. I sat back, feeling a complicated mix of emotions.
There was satisfaction, yes. Justice, definitely. But also a strange sense of wonder at how quickly actions could have consequences.
I powered up my new laptop and opened my thesis file — thankfully recovered from the cloud. “Let’s call it turbulence,” I said to my empty apartment and got back to work. Sometimes life throws you unexpected bumps.
Sometimes you throw them right back.
