Stephen
One Year Later
“I would like someone in this room to explain to me why we have a board if half of you refuse to look at numbers.”
Silence.
Good.
At least they knew when I was pissed.
I leaned back in my chair and looked around the conference table. Twelve people. Multiple degrees. Decades of combined business experience.
And apparently a collective fear of Pennsylvania.
One of the older board members cleared his throat.
“Stephen, nobody is refusing to look at the numbers.”
“Then we’re interpreting them very differently.”
“The headquarters has always been in New York.”
“That isn’t a business argument.”
“It matters.”
“Why?”
“History. Reputation. Access.”
I stared at him.
“Did Pennsylvania lose electricity and internet while I wasn’t paying attention?”
Someone at the
