After seeking Henry's advice earlier, he had convinced himself that life was finally starting to make sense again. His boss seemed more… human lately showing concern for his wife, adjusting his schedule (occasionally), and not snapping at every minor inconvenience.
But the moment he saw Daniel's conflicted expression, Henry's brief peace shattered like glass.
The silence stretched unbearably long as Daniel stared off into space, clearly lost in thought. Henry's stomach sank. He'd seen that look before. It meant disaster for him, and possibly his marriage.
'Please, boss, not again,' he prayed silently, clutching his tablet like a holy relic. 'I just promised my wife I'd be home for dinner. Don't make me break it for another all-nighter… please, have mercy.'
When Daniel finally spoke, his tone was calm—too calm. "No. The meeting's more important."
Henry's heart sank.
'Why does this man hate happiness?'
