Picking up after the ‘Audit’ is a frightening proposition to even think about. The years of financing that would come undone. The multitude and layers of processes that would come as a result of this delay will shatter the project to pieces. And this will be tiny pieces we cannot even pick up. This incident might just have doom the entire future of our company. That is the dire straits Eden finds himself in.

Days and nights upon nights of tireless work threatens to come undone. There is no way around it. It is do or die. Eden looks at his smartphone: the voicemail is sitting unperturbed. The smartphone clock turns to eight forty-six. Time is ticking.

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I storm back to my car when I really wanted to do the same to the building. There is this eerily silent peace now. The surroundings are calm with exceptional greenery and wildlife. The mood can be said to be even cheerful and optimistic. But inside I am anything but. And so will my colleagues once they learn about this.

I spit on the floor and kick the nearby trash can. The can rolls a few feet away, into the distance while spreading the rubbish. The germs and viruses that came out made me regret that a bit.

The path back to my car fills with flames. As they incinerate every last bit of greenery in their sight, so do I of this financier. I will get to the bottom of this.