Milnok

It was a dull winter morning, much like every other that Oslo had to offer at this time of year. The saving grace of snow, which made everything prettier and more exciting, was still yet to come. The train was late nonetheless. But nothing could take down Terje’s spirits today. After years of managing a team, constantly and somewhat miraculously being able do deliver on ever increasing goals, he had been invited to join upper management. Not yet officially part of the C-suite, he was regardless, as Johanna had put it, part of the inner sanctum. That had to count for something, right? ...