Matias
The boardroom of stone Industries was a masterpiece of cold, corporate intimidation. Floor to ceiling glass overlooked a grey Manhattan drizzle, a mahogany table stretched long enough to host a small country's parliament, and twenty two senior executives sat in tailored armor, sweating through their spreadsheets. I was at the head of the table, my fingers steepled, listening to the third quarter projections for our North American logistics integration. It was mind numbing. It was efficient. It was exactly the kind of sterile, high stakes environment I had spent my entire adult life mastering."If we compress the Rotterdam turnaround by twelve hours," the VP of Operations droned, pointing a laser pointer at a depressingly monochromatic graph, "we can realize a net savings of.." The h
