The Heart of Leadership Lives in the Hearts of Leaders
He was tired, and it was getting dark. He’d driven three hours up mountain roads. Not by choice. Why had John sent him? Who was this woman he was supposed to meet? He didn’t know, and didn’t like not knowing. He liked to read a review before seeing a movie or reading a book.
His name was Steven Camden. Like the city in New Jersey. He grew up in New Jersey, but in Newark, not Camden. Not that it made much difference. Tough neighborhoods in both places. He’d survived one of the toughest.
The house was low, made of wood and glass. A candle flickering in a window. Faux rustic or Asian or something, he thought. He bounded up the maple-leaf-matted fieldstone steps at his usual brisk pace, but ...