The Light Left On

I’m doing well, Steve. Thank you for asking.

The office is in order. Every evening, we leave one light on at your desk. Not because we’re working late. Just so the room doesn’t feel empty. It’s a small thing, but it tells everyone: the head is away, but the house is still kept.

Lagos was calm this week. Deliveries went out, invoices came in, the team didn’t scatter. I handled the vendor delay and the client’s last-minute request. Nobody broke rank. Your system is holding, sir.

I hope you’re doing well too. I hope the place you are is quieter than here, and your phone is not ringing every five minutes. A man deserves to breathe without a deadline chasing him.

_Que sera, sera._ Whatever will be, will be. We’re not fighting tomorrow’s battle with today’s strength. We do what’s here, and we do it well.

Your name is still on the door. Your chair is still pulled in. The light is still on.

Come back when you’re ready. We’ll switch it off together and start the next chapter.

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