A Month Later, My Boss Looked Like He Wanted a Fight
A month passed.
Life stayed loud and relentless.
I almost forgot about the man and his dog.
Then one morning at work, I was trying to figure out why a policy renewal kept erroring out when my boss stepped out of his office.
Mr. Henderson is in his early 60s with a permanent scowl carved into his face.
He moves like he’s always in a hurry, but never actually going anywhere.
That day, he looked pale.
Tense.
Like trouble had already been decided and I was just being invited to witness it.
He stopped at my desk.
