He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

— Fiorina, — he continued, his tone serious. — Some companies survive because of their leadership. Others survive in spite of it. Brixell is the latter. And that is not sustainable.

A quiet laugh escaped me, painful because of its truth. Before I could respond, a familiar voice echoed from the terrace entrance behind us.

— There you are.

I turned to see continue reading …