KENDRICK
If anyone had asked me this morning where I'd end the day, London wouldn't have been my answer.
At six-thirty, I was boarding my jet for Amsterdam. The meetings had stretched longer than expected. By lunchtime, we were reviewing network architecture with their internal team. By mid-afternoon, we'd identified two critical vulnerabilities and drafted a response plan that would keep them operational until my engineers arrived later in the week.
By five o'clock, the contracts were signed. By five-fifteen, I was already walking back toward the runway.
Matthew had laughed when I told him I was flying straight home instead of staying the night. “You know,” he'd said, “normal CEOs would celebrate closing a deal like this.” Maybe, but normal CEOs weren't in love. I needed to see my Pea
