At 11:00 AM, a coworker asked if he wanted to lead the afternoon brainstorm for the new marketing campaign—a task Elias usually dodged by pretending to be intensely interested in his stapler.
He spent the next hour sitting on a folding stool, watching her bow fly across the strings. He turned pages of Bach and Gershwin, feeling the vibration of the music in his own chest. When the sun dipped below the horizon, the crowd cheered, and the cellist laughed, giving him a high-five that felt like an electric shock. affirmative
"Affirmative," he replied. During the meeting, his pulse raced, but his ideas landed. For the first time, people weren't just looking at his charts; they were looking at him. At 11:00 AM, a coworker asked if he