Sam Elroy had several flip charts and graphs on display when Luke entered Sam’s office at 8:30 a.m.—an unusual time for Sam to call a meeting. Sam was poring over documents spread all over his desk; it looked like he was pulling his taxes together on April 14—spreadsheets, papers, pencils, pens, books, documents galore.
“Sit down,” he said, without even lifting his head.
Sam was clearly preoccupied, so Luke sat there for about five more minutes checking his Blackberry. Finally, Sam put down his fine-point mechanical pencil and looked up at Luke.
Luke broke the ice. “Wow, you look awful—like you’ve been up all night!”
Sam cracked a quick smile and said, “Thanks a lot. Actually, I’ve been up much of the weekend.”