THE next morning, Adrian walked into his office with a lightness that had been absent for years, that lightness that carried glimmer. There was a quiet energy in his steps, something almost boyish that even the receptionist at the ground floor noticed but couldn’t quite place.

Inside his office, a small arrangement had been set up on the side table— pastries, chilled juice, and a modest cake that read simply: *Small Wins Matter.*

When Peter walked in carrying his tablet and files, he stopped mid-step.

“Sir… I didn’t remember the company bagging a contract or something of that sort. Why the celebration this morning?”

Adrian looked up from where he...