I'll Do Better #26
Finger On The Pulse
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Hutch looked stunned as I rounded him and strolled out through the front door at Bean Cafe. He had timed his run at me so that V.M. Viceroy staff would be in the office to avoid an embarrassing scene when he needed rumors to settle.
News of the company’s top-performing sales and account manager leaving would cause a disturbance not amounting to a crisis, but still, thirty floors above the sidewalk I strolled along, a few panicked phone calls would already be being made, shoring up my accounts.
A war of sorts between Hutch and me had begun, whether I wanted one or not.
The thing about starting a new company, using a lawyer, engaging accountants, and opening a business bank account, is that it’s made to feel very normal when, in fact, it’s anything but. The lawyers, accountants, and bankers involved in the process form a conveyor belt of congeniality and efficiency, each nominally pleased to get your business.