The shredded report was still in the shredder bin when Chadwick told me I was done. “Get out, Mara,” he said. “We’re pivoting to a distributed safety model”—which was his way of saying he’d rather…
I knew the exact moment the company was doomed. It wasn’t when the stock dipped, and it wasn’t when Big Jim, the old CEO, finally let his liver retire him to a hospice bed. No, it was the moment I saw his son, Chadwick, step out of a leased Porsche in the employee lot, wearing … Read more