“Number forty-seven,” droned the desk assistant.
The IT manager, a tired man named Gerald, didn’t look up. “Backend integration is Q3. Front-end UI is Q4. Security audit is next year. We have a backlog of six hundred tickets, Arjun. Get in line.” “Number forty-seven,” droned the desk assistant
Arjun walked away, not with frustration, but with a quiet epiphany. Why do I need permission to solve my own problem? a tired man named Gerald