decided he was done with his job. The thought came to him not with anger or despair but with the kind of calm that follows too many disappointments. The tram rattled by the window, the sunlight hit the cobblestones just right, and he realised that another day of pretending to care about invoices and ledgers would simply not do.
So he closed his laptop, packed it neatly into its case, and walked out of the office without saying a word. He left behind a cup of cold coffee, a half-written report, and three years of trying to convince himself that stability was the same thing as happiness.
