Until recently, it had worked. But then came the new leadership, the layoffs, the absurd targets. Suddenly, every account needed a miracle, and every client wanted more for less. For the past three weeks, Daniel had been in and out of meetings, trying to hold together a sinking campaign that no one else seemed able—or willing—to fix.
He hadn’t been home in days. His inbox was still full. His eyes were bloodshot. And today, finally, he had a single goal: get on the 11:12 a.m. express train, sit by the window, and disappear for a while. He had paid extra. That mattered.