The CEO droned on about recovery, new products and the future but there wasn’t enough money left in the kitty to make any of that happen.
Martin the youngest and brightest of the four brothers sat quietly, half taking in what was being said, half watching what was happening beyond the windows of the top floor headquarters. His blood boiling with every word that the imbecile his older brothers had hired spit out and hurled the length of the table his brothers and the other board members encircled.
The group was taken aback when Martin jumped on the boards that comprised the long table’s surface and said, “Stop, we have three months of capital left at best and you’re blathering on about new and expanded product lines and rosy futures. Look out the windows, there are a half dozen vultures circling this top floor boardroom like creditors waiting to pick the last remnants of meat from the carcass of a failing empire; that is the only future for this business unless we take our heads from our asses, send you packing and let me do what is necessary to right this ship.”
Fifteen minutes later the group voted overwhelmingly for a drastic change in direction, unfortunately, the other brothers’ majority voting share overruled the decision and within twelve months their father’s legacy was gone.
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