It was a chilly, sunny October morning. Harry was buzzing with energy. Today was the big day—the presentation for the gaming app he had spent six long months building. He believed this was his ticket to a big promotion. At exactly 8:00 AM, Harry walked into the dining room, eyes glued to his phone. He barely looked up at his wife, Sara, or their two boys, Cody and Sonny. “Morning, honey,” Sara greeted with a smile, setting down a plate of toast. “Good morning, Daddy!” the kids shouted cheerfully. Harry

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