He had been a "High Potential" junior associate for three years. Now, at twenty-six, he felt like a used car with too many miles. He was good at everything, but great at nothing. He could crunch numbers, he could write copy, and he could make a decent cup of coffee, but he went home every day feeling like a phone battery stuck at 12%—never fully charged, never fully dead.
He clicked.
Arthur sat down. He looked at the chaotic mess of graphs and marketing copy. He didn't see chaos. He saw a pattern. He saw the architecture.