Adrian
The room is like a blur from all around me with employees passing me by and Michael, alongside other shareholders, pop open a bottle of expensive champagne. Their laughs are loud and echo across the room while me and my team work tirelessly to make for sure that there are no cracks that can be seen in my project.
Tracer is active on her website. I can see it as soon as I look over at her screen. The tiny green dot besides her name makes me feel secure about my decision to launch the project today.
If it weren’t fort for Tracer, I would not be here today. There would have been no project launch. At the end of the day, it is Tracer who was able to get the website up and running, not me. I simply guided her in the right direction.
“Adrian!” Michael’s hand slaps onto my shoulder. I
