But as the days bled into weeks, the cacophony of voices began to change him.
Walking down the bustling Corso Vittorio Emanuele II, the hum became a roar. He passed a businesswoman in a sharp power suit. Her lips didn't move, but Julian heard her voice clearly in his mind: I hope they don't notice I was crying in the car. I have to be twice as perfect as them just to be taken seriously. Quello_che_le_donne_vogliono_-_What_Women_Want_...
Julian smiled to himself, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He didn't need to read minds anymore. He had finally learned how to listen. But as the days bled into weeks, the
The next morning, Julian stood in the boardroom. The executives sat across from him, pens poised, ready to judge another high-gloss pitch from a man who didn't understand them. Her lips didn't move, but Julian heard her
The room was dead silent. The CEO looked at Julian, the icy skepticism in her eyes melting into something profound: respect.