As much as the weekend was a lot, I walked into work this morning feeling lighter than I have in a very long time.

“Morning, aren’t we glowing today.” Felisha is smiling and proud of herself for pushing me toward Forrest. She may have initially told me to stay away from him, but she soon changed her tune when she suspected we had ignored her anyway.

“Don’t even start with this gloating shit. Yes, I look extra-hot today, I know. Now, can we get on with work? We have a few urgent matters to look at, one of which is going to involve us firing a manager, appointing a new one, and sorting out the shit that has gone down in Zurich over the weekend.” Looking up from my computer, I see her mind has clicked straight into work mode, and we are off and running for the week.

* * *

How I have made it to Friday and am still sane is a miracle.

Felisha and I had to fly to Zurich to oversee the replacement of the manager of our hotel there. It’s probably the most important position in the hotel, and if that person is not doing their job properly, then those bad habits can infiltrate the staff around them.

Forrest was not happy that I was traveling out of the country, and it resulted in a huge fight. I told him to back off and not to dare trying to interfere with my work. He has an important job, but so do I, and I’m not letting anything get in the way of me performing that as best as I can. So, his solution was that I had to have a security team with me that made me feel like I was the freaking King of England. It was overkill, and if I had my way, I would’ve sent half of them home. But Sandon and Rem both told me to let them do their job, and it’s hard to argue with them, when I used that same statement in my fight with Forrest.

“It’s seven thirty on a Friday night, what are you still doing here?” Felisha’s tired voice filters into my office from the doorway.