As soon as the door closed, I took a deep breath and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to calm my racing heart.

I looked down at the files stacked on the desk and realized I had to finish reviewing them before leaving.

I pulled the first folder closer, forcing my eyes to track the lines of text. I needed to focus and block out the lingering heat of everything that had happened.

For the next hour, the only sounds in the room were the rustle of paper and the clicking of my keyboard as I sorted out the sales data. Finally, I closed the last file, shut down...