Her boss called her into his office and offered her a promotion.
The senior accountant was going on maternity leave, and they needed a replacement.
“Kiana, you’re our most responsible and competent person,” he said, tapping his pen on the desk. “Can you handle it?”
Kiana smiled.
“Of course I can.”
The promotion meant a raise and more responsibility, but Kiana wasn’t afraid.
On the contrary, she wanted to dive into work head‑first to fill the void that sometimes still made itself known.
By the new year, the apartment was transformed.
Kiana finally started the kitchen renovation she had dreamed of for so long.
She hired a crew, chose cabinets and appliances.
The process was slow, with mishaps and delays, but she didn’t get stressed.
She had endless patience now.
In late December, Shauna called and invited her to an office holiday party.
“Kiki, how long are you going to stay home? Come on, let’s have some fun. My co‑workers will be there. Some great people. Meet some folks. Take your mind off things.”
Kiana initially refused, but Shauna was persistent.
Eventually, she agreed.
The party was loud and fun, held in a rented banquet room at a downtown hotel strung with fairy lights.
Kiana sat at a table drinking champagne and listening to Shauna’s colleagues swap office anecdotes.
One of them, Michael—a tall man in his forties with a kind face and pleasant eyes—sat next to her and started a conversation.
“Shauna tells me you’re an accountant,” he said, smiling. “I respect that. I’m terrible with numbers.”
Kiana chuckled.
“It’s just a matter of practice.”
They talked all evening.
