Back to work, I prepared for the Volturi project.
A ghost of the past, I knew how they worked, what results they wanted, their demands.
Faults in the past didn't distort my vision. Everything was up to scratch, tailored to what they believed in. Everything was the best of what I could offer.
Angela started training the temp who will stand in for her, whilst she will be on maternity. The girl seemed young, inexperienced.
Even so, I smiled and offered free coffee on me. I shook her hand and assured her of my confidence in her future work.
I worked several late nights, checking for spelling mistakes and figure miscalculations, from the files the girl submitted.
Angela started working less hours, handing the reigns to the young temp.
I was losing my right hand.