That night, alone in his minimalist apartment, Adrian’s phone buzzed. It was a quarterly review notification from HR. He opened it expecting praise. Instead, a single sentence glowed on the screen:
But in the cramped, stale-air conference room on the 14th floor, his genius was a liability. Emotional Intelligence 2.0 by Travis Bradberry-...
Adrian stared. Emotional Intelligence? That touchy-feely nonsense for middle managers who couldn't code their way out of a paper bag? He almost deleted it. But then he saw the sender: Helena Vance, the CEO. She never sent personal notes. Below the HR form, she had typed: That night, alone in his minimalist apartment, Adrian’s