I’m in the most ruthless budget meeting I’ve ever attended. Dick sits in the back of the room, listening attentively and occasionally officiating. We all defer to him, as he’ll create the first cut of the annual plan. Sarah sits next to him, tapping away on her iPhone.
I finally pick up the phone. It must be a genuine emergency. It’s been vibrating almost nonstop for the past minute.
I read, “Sev 1 incident: credit card processing systems down. All stores impacted.”
I know I’ve got to leave this meeting, despite knowing that everyone will try to steal my budget. I stand up, struggling with the large laptop, trying to keep more pieces from falling off. I almost make it out when Sarah says, “Another ...