ABSTRACT
I sat across the desk from the vice president of human resources. His office could be an imposing place. The tinted windows filtered the light so that, even on a sunny day, it still appeared dimly lit. The desk between us was huge and impeccably uncluttered. Marvin leaned back in his large, leather executive’s chair to ponder what I had just told him as he played with his tie. He was a large man in his fifties, and wore a very stylish, very dark three-piece suit. He stared so intently at a spot in mid-air somewhere over my shoulder I almost turned around to see what was there. After what seemed like an hour of silence, he took off his glasses and leaned forward again with a serious look on his face. He said, “That is a lot to digest, Rik. I could tell you what I would do in your situation, but I’m more interested in what you think you should do next.”
