My life was engineered down to minutes and margins. Meetings stacked on meetings, quarterly forecasts, overseas calls, shareholders waiting on decisions. Control had always been my strongest currency. Today it had evaporated with one phone call.
“Mr. Bellini, I am so sorry. I cannot continue. I am quitting, effective immediately.”
The voice of the sixth caregiver in less than a year echoed inside my head long after the line went dead. Her words blended with the soft growl of the engine, creating a dull pressure behind my eyes.
