It was a quiet evening, the kind that settled gently into your skin without asking permission. There were no calls scheduled, no press requests hanging in the air, and no boardroom strategies waiting behind half-closed doors. The boutique was closed, the inbox ignored, and the house was still, save for the occasional hush of distant traffic weaving through the city below. For once, I wasn’t expected to deliver a plan, hold a meeting, or explain away a disaster. And for once, I didn’t feel ...