Mark habitually pressed the elevator button and let out a weary sigh. "Finally, this never-ending workday is over... God, that new manager is demanding," he grumbled under his breath. He knew there would be no stretching out on the sofa in front of the TV, nor would he be sitting at his computer with a cold beer. Mark was a young husband and father. There was no such thing as passive relaxation—no relaxation at all, really—when his son, Leo, had just turned two. But he loved his family dearly and, despite his exhaustion, was ready to devote himself entirely to ...