The Update

That’s how I remember that day. The office was quiet when I walked in. How much I worshipped that place! It felt like a temple to me. A place filled with creativity and craft to do magic every day. Everyone seemed focused, even as rumors whispered through the air. I sat at my desk, trying to concentrate while a gentle anxiety washed over me. I couldn’t help but wonder how this would change our future. My desk was beside my manager’s, where I could watch people come and go, stopping to chat with him. He was usually funny and cheerful, the kind of person who lit up the room. But that day, he was different. Silent.

Hours passed. Then his eyes shifted toward the far end of the hall. I followed his gaze and saw an art director coming our way. Then he stopped. A simple nod. That was all it took, as if he were saying it was time.

A heavy silence filled the room, thick with unspoken grief. By then, it was no longer a rumor. People glanced at their phones, faces heavy with sorrow. Tears rolled down my face. My manager looked somber, turned to his keyboard, and began to type. The team had prepared for this inevitable moment.

In a few strokes, the homepage updated.

On the big screen, the words appeared:

Steve Jobs

1955–2011

Apple Infinite Loop (2011)