A gust of wind buffets me, and I push my hair out of my eyes. The view up here is glorious, a vast and dramatic sky. Endless spires. Industrious people below. I spread my arms wide.
I inhale, draw in cold air. I exhale, expel my failures.
My mobile chimes, shakes me from the moment. It’s not a good time, but when is? I digit out of my pocket.
One new email.
Dear Dr Ames,
Thank you for your application. We enjoyed meeting you, and would like to formally offer you the position…
I step back from the edge.