ABSTRACT
Dark, black, angry clouds; it feels like it has been raining forever. Jeff Lincoln looks away from the window and toward his visitors. Two
members of the board of directors have dropped by unannounced and are now seated opposite him at his desk. Both are wearing gray, immaculately cut, pinstriped suits, striped shirts, and red power ties. Indeed, if it wasn’t for the age difference, one could imagine them as twins dressed by their mother.
