I look up from the magazine at the clutter of paperwork overflowing the “desk” that doubles as my kitchen table. Financial statements. The latest technical report from my engineering team. Proposals and pitches in various states of completion. My email inbox is a bottomless vortex, dooming all that enters to potential oblivion. The clock reads 1:33 am. My net worth isn’t yet $30 million, but I do have a nice cup of tea to soften the blow.
