Don Jack builds a time machine.
With some regularity, we had been attending those lavish buffets where you can easily lump on two stones in weight. Company wrap-up celebrations where the talk was how "John sold out for millions", "Dave's been taken over", or "I wanted you to be the first to know, we're retiring early". My first thought: brilliant, good for him he deserves it, worked hard, made it big. My esteemed clients would recount how we first met when all they had was a desk and a phone or just one tiny part of a market they would go on to dominate. For my part, in those days, I guess I thought I was selling design, creativity, raw talent and enthusiasm. As it turns out, that wasn't the case after all. You ask anyone where they want to be in 5 years (as I regularly do), we can predict the likely answers. After all, what honest person doesn't want to increase their personal wealth, build a collection of fancy toys, extend their portfolio of fabulous properties, win...