You’ve already crossed paths with this kind of man. Maybe you didn’t register it at the time, but he was there.
At the airport gate. In the elevator before the morning meeting. In the hotel lobby while everyone else looked like the day had already started taking pieces out of them.
Impeccable, but without looking like he tried too hard.
His shirt fell cleanly. The collar sat exactly where it should. He might’ve been awake since five, yet he looked like he’d just walked out the door.
He wasn’t dressed louder. He wasn’t necessarily wearing something more expensive. He was simply at ease.
Something in the way he carried himself said, without a single word:
I have everything under control.
You kept moving.
But the question stayed with you:
What does he know that you don’t?


