THE next morning, Adrian walked into his office with a lightness that had been absent for years, that lightness that carried glimmer. There was a quiet energy in his steps, something almost boyish that even the receptionist at the ground floor noticed but couldn’t quite place.
Inside his office, a small arrangement had been set up on the side table— pastries, chilled juice, and a modest cake that read simply: *Small Wins Matter.*
When Peter walked in carrying his tablet and files, he stopped mid-step.
“Sir… I didn’t remember the company bagging a contract or something of that sort. Why the celebration this morning?”
Adrian looked up from where he stood near the table and smiled, not the polite corporate smile Peter was used to, but something genuine.
“I don’t know if I should call thi
