Tidying Up Loose Ends
I placed the prototype back down and began tidying the scattered screwdrivers and wire strippers. As I hung a wrench on the wall, my mind drifted to the meeting I attended just twenty-four hours ago.
The lawyers in their expensive suits had been very eager to get my signature on the dotted line. I secured the final tool in its place, knowing that piece of paper changed everything.
The ink was barely dry, and my life was already different.