_verified_: Onlyguider

He spent the next three months refusing to answer. Not in a dramatic way, not with a resignation letter or a grand speech. He simply started saying, "I don't know. What do you think?" when people asked him things. At first, there was outrage. Then panic. Then, slowly, a kind of ragged, painful recovery.

He couldn't answer any of them. The fever had scrambled his internal map. He sat at his desk, sweat beading on his forehead, and watched the messages pile up in real time. Four hundred unread. Six hundred. A thousand. People started gathering outside his cubicle, a small anxious crowd, their faces the pale, confused faces of children lost in a supermarket. onlyguider

The CEO, a woman named Delgado who had been hired for her "vision" and not her operational grasp, once called him into her office. "Marcus, I need to know if we can acquire TriTech Solutions." He spent the next three months refusing to answer