Before the crack of dawn, Asher left the house with a bandaged palm. He drove his SUV out of the house, headed to a park he frequented as a child.
After spending some time at the park, thinking and doing nothing in particular, he got up, hopped in his car and headed to work. Contrary to popular belief that he'd stay hidden until the ruckus on air and his failure dissipated, when he got to the office grounds, controversy ensued.
As usual, people greeted him as he walked past, a few of them happy to see him while others sneered and leered as soon as he was past them.
Due to his public failure, people who usually kissed his feet weren't eager to do so anymore and spent their time analyzing the possible reasons why he'd shamelessly shown up.
Asher was undeterred and continued with his business. He had no plan whatsoever but his spirit willed him to bury himself into work despite having less than forty eight hours to turn the tides around.