
A bad day
The start of a bad day
The day started like most other days. I walked through the park on my
way to work, making sure to not walk too fast or I would break into
a sweat on this hot August morning in 2007. Things had not been
going too well at Holte Capital. We were flat for the year to the end
of July as many trades had not worked out. Not a catastrophe, but
after four conservative up years I wanted to step up a gear, and we
didn’t seem able to.
I arrived at Brook Street at my usual hour of 7.15, with an espresso in
hand, walked past the security guard and up the three flights of stairs to
our beautiful, light office. Mildly annoyed ...