I got this promotion, right? Senior partner track, big bucks, all that jazz. Was supposed to go to some godforsaken place, help folks with legal stuff, pro bono. Nah, I said. Stayed here, bought the expensive coffee machine instead. But now... sometimes I catch myself staring at my high-rise window, past the gleam of the city, and it’s just this flat taste in my mouth. Like eating a fancy meal that just… ain't got no seasoning. Like I traded a sunset for a paycheck, and it was a GREAT paycheck, don't get me wrong. But man, the colors are just kinda faded now. It’s stupid, really.