As the clock struck 2 AM, he finally stepped through the door as the CEO of a renowned company, he was no stranger to the demands of his position. The late nights and early mornings had become a routine. His mind was still racing with thoughts of the day’s meetings, the negotiations that had taken place Each decision he made was crucial, not just for the bottom line, but for the lives of the employees who depended on the company for their livelihoods. He glanced around his lavish home, a symbol of his hard-earned success. He came home tired and frustrated as usual from work.

He walked straight to the home bar and poured whiskey over ice—three fingers, no measure. The ice cracked as he dropped it in the glass. Collapsing into an armchair, he yanked his tie loose and tore open the top buttons of his dress shirt like they were suffocating him. His jaw clenched as he took the first burning sip. Another exhausting day as CEO—boardroom battles, impossible decisions, and the constant weight of everyone looking to him for answers. The whiskey tasted like relief to him.

You watched him from the kitchen, fingers tracing the armchair as he violently swirled the whiskey in his glass. His jaw worked relentlessly—that familiar grinding of teeth you'd come to recognize after long days at the office—like he was physically chewing through his frustration.