ASHAL
Walking into my own company has never felt weirder. It feels like I have my clothes on backwards or there's a sign with something mean scribbled on it stuck on my back. My staff welcomes me cheerfully but the awkwardness hangs thickly in the air. They have significantly dwindled in size.
This comes as no surprise to me. After our parent company took a hit, the impact spread across all subsidiaries. Sales tanked. Our goodwill staggered. Frankly, I consider it a miracle that we still have a standing building to return to instead of a vandalized property.
When I walk into my office and find Elyon making sure my desk is set right, a warm smile creeps into my face. He beams at the sight of me.
"Good to see you, Elyon." I shake his hand and pull him for a much-needed hug. He's been holding down the fort for me ever since my family made the ugly side of the news. "I could never thank you enough for your support over the years."
