The glass walls of the 40th floor caught the last gold of sunset, but no one in the boardroom was watching. He was 32, CEO of a company that everyone called "the next big thing." Tailored suit, calm voice, answers for everything. In meetings he was ruthless. In emails he was precise. In public he was untouchable. But at 8:47pm, when the office emptied and the cleaners started their rounds, he did one thing that didn’t make sense for a CEO. He sat on the floor of his office. Back against the leather chair. Tie loosened. Phone in hand. And he re-read one message. Just 3 words. Sent 6 months ago. “Can we talk?” No reply ever came. The company had IPOs, investors, deadlines. But the only meeting he couldn’t schedule was five minutes with him. Because some crises don’t show up in quarterly reports. Some CEOs don’t know how to lead their own heart. And tonight, for the first time in a long time, he was going to try.