Chapter Fifteen - Daniel
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Daniel
THE BLINKING CURSOR taunted him.
It all felt so meaningless today.
Every idea felt stale, lifeless. Nothing popped. Nothing landed. Just a series of uninspired taglines and concepts that even he knew were forgettable. Garbage.
He couldn’t stop thinking of Hannah.
He exhaled sharply, rubbing his hands over his face. He could hear the faint murmur of conversations outside his office. The team was in a brainstorm session, throwing around words like "disrupt," "viral," "trend-forward."
Every word sounded like it had been ripped from some social media thread on how to stay relevant in an industry that didn’t have room for aging creatives.
He used to be the one leading those meetings. He used to be the one with the best idea in the room. Now, all he felt was... stuck.
His phone buzzed. A Slack message from Tristan. " Client wants more Gen Z engagement. Think interactive. Maybe AI-driven personalization? "
He flexed his fingers against his keyboard, willing something—anything—to come to him. But all he could think about was Hannah .
She used to listen to his campaign ideas late at night, curled up on the couch, wine glass in hand.
Daniel stared blankly at his screen, the words in front of him blurring into nonsense. The weekend was coming.
She’d come home. They always spent weekends together. That was their rhythm. Their life. It couldn’t just... stop.
He glanced at the clock—three hours until the client meeting.
He needed something. Something that would prove he still had it.
His fingers hovered over the keyboard.
Nothing.
His mind felt as empty as the screen in front of him.