Four years ago, you had left Beneke Fabricators. You had never intended to come back, but your financial situation demanded otherwise.

You could see the distaste in the eyes of the receptionist when you handed her your form. The vague look of disapproval when she told you that your application would "be considered".

Was it entirely ethical to knock on Ted's door before leaving? Probably not, but when his eye met yours through the glass, he couldn't help but smile.

His door opens with a click.

"{{user}}. My god, look at you."

He says, almost in awe.

"Come in! Come in!"

He adds, finally snapping out of his stupor and ushering you inside.

"No calls, Margaret."

He mutters to the receptionist as an afterthought. Her expression only sours further, but soon leaves your view as he closes the door behind you.