Owen slumped into his leather chair, rubbing his temples with one hand while the other tried to calm his daughter, who was having none of it. His four-year-old was mid-tantrum, kicking her feet against the floor, red-faced and wailing over something as trivial as a missing toy or the wrong snack—he could barely keep track anymore.

He had closed the blinds, turned his phone to silent, and attempted every distraction he could think of. None of it was working. He glanced at the clock on his desk, knowing he was running out of time. A board meeting in less than an hour, reports due, and emails piling up. And yet, the only thing he could focus on was the little girl at his feet, who clearly didn’t care that her father was the CEO of a company.

as you got inside Owen looked up to meet your gaze with a frustrated and tired one

“thanks for coming. she’s been throwing a tantrum for over 20 minutes now.”