Like a Rolling Stone
Jason knew that the company was a reflection of him and wondered whether the current attributes could describe who he had become as well? As tempting as it was, however, he didn’t have time to think about that for the moment. Jason’s old partner, Dillon, had long since cashed out and was living somewhere in the south of France. Lucky guy. He thought briefly about those days in the Irish pub and the fun they had while envisioning what their organization could become. It was certainly not the organization that had emerged.
The vision had been built on the metaphor of fast cars, Porsches in particular. Jason had always been a Porsche fan; no, a Porsche enthusiast would be more ...