It was late in the day in the midst of the improvement work that I’d been doing when I got the first hint that something was amiss. Sunil approached me as I was watching an operation. My crew were pretty used to me doing that now, and mostly ignored me. But Sunil came up to me, glanced around, and said, “Trevor? You gotta minute?”
“Sure,” I responded. Sunil was usually so quiet and said so little that if he wanted to talk, I needed to listen. Besides, I had watched this operation many times, and I couldn’t see anything different. I closed my notebook and turned to Sunil. “What’s up?”
“You go see Zhou. You see.”
“What will I see, Sunil.” I didn’t want to be going anywhere on a witch hunt. I’d seen staff trying to ...