Sebastian
The emergency board meeting began at seven in the morning, an hour early enough to signal, before anyone said a single word, exactly how serious this had become.
I sat at the head of the long mahogany table my grandfather had commissioned decades ago, flanked by twelve board members whose combined expressions ranged from grave concern to poorly concealed panic, and listened as our chief financial officer, Martin Reyes, walked us through numbers I'd already memorized from too many sleepless nights but that still landed like blows each time I heard them spoken aloud.
"To summarize," Martin said, clicking to the final slide of his presentation, "our current debt exposure, combined with the balloon payment due in approximately five months, creates a liquidity gap of just under thr
