The Meridian board is eight people.
Seven men and one woman, mid fifties to late sixties, the kind of room that has been making decisions the same way for twenty years and has the particular resistance of something that works well enough and sees no compelling reason to work differently.
Gerard Foss is at the head of the table.
He looks at me when I walk in with Priya and Saoirse and something in his face settles. Recognition. The specific settling of a man who took a risk on something new and is reassured to see it arriving confidently.
I set up in four minutes.
Boards on the wall, Saoirse's screens connected, Priya at the data laptop.
Then I stand at the front of the room and I look at the board.
"I am going to show you something in the next forty five minutes that
