ABSTRACT
I had my dream job. An office in London. Jetting between Europe, the Middle East, and Africa. Living in the city of BBC broadcasts. On this particular day I was on my way to lead a pitch in London for a major technology company. I jumped in the car to drive to the pitch. I looked at the address in the dossier: 26 Red Lion Sq. WC2. It couldn’t be. I would be returning to virtually the same spot where I’d stood nearly twenty-five years before. As I made my way into the boardroom, my carefully prepared opening went right out the window.
