It is also exhausting.

I had earned a night in which the sound of footsteps did not mean a man was emptying a life.

Before sunset, a junior director emailed to thank me for the new approval matrix.

The message was brief and slightly awkward, which I trusted more than polish.

People were testing whether the company could tell the truth in daylight.

I wrote back a single line.

If something looks wrong, bring it early.