Brad called himself “a big-picture guy,” which was corporate code for someone allergic to work. He’d stride into meetings late, clap his hands, and ask, “So, where are we with that?” without ever specifying what that was. His smile was a brand and his conscience, an empty spreadsheet.
His super specialty was delegation. Brad dumped half his projects on Ethan with lines like, “You’re so good at the details, man,” and the rest on interns who quit before week two. Yet every Friday email still began, ‘Proud of the team for executing my vision this week!’