She left today.
Bitch two.
I remained dry eyed.
She wept.

What's more, Cycleman appears to have heeded advice and will be taking some time away.
I support him fully. Not judging, just supporting.

Angel is angry. 'Who supported you?'
I know; I know; but I must support him, knowing how dark and how cold the despair can be.
I would never wish that on anyone.
The Young One is managing well. I will guide and help and advise.
Leadership know all and are glad they do.
Apparently, my recent professional actions and behaviour completely 'exonerate' me.
'Exonerate you from what!!!!' Angel demanded...she's a true one in a million.

I heve no energy feeding my hatred; indeed I have no hatred, only numbness and pity.

They are looking towards me for aspiration; leadership; guidance....
Giving it already.
They want it now...already.

Bitch needs someone...one ally moved on. The other now ill. So that leaves me. It's got to work otherwise she will go down. I sense something big is afoot.
She is tearful and fake.
I know she is hard and dangerous and cutting and merciless.
She needs to go.
I feel no pity.
No compassion.

Will do the right thing.
Remembering the words of the wise man.
'Good always prevails.'

Beginning to believe.