Of course, the universe wasn’t done with me yet. The train was delayed by ten minutes due to a signal failure at Camden Town, the kind of delay that feels personally targeted. By the time I reached the gleaming glass doors of the corporate headquarters, I was exactly fifteen minutes late. My hair was a mess from the wind, my shoes were scuffed, and I was sweating through my only nice shirt like I had run a marathon instead of a commute. I walked up to the reception desk, my heart sinking deeper with every step as the receptionist looked at the clock, then back at me, with a sympathetic but firm expression that already said everything.