Stephen
“Is there any other business before I make my announcement?” I asked, the board. It was the final meeting of the year before the board would be dismissed for the winter holidays. The board was made up of 14 people including my useless son DeAndre who didn’t have an original idea in his body. I had given him the position in hope that it would prepare him to take my place in the company and also because his mother begged me; however, starting him from the top was a horrible decision, because he never learned the basics of running a company.
“As a matter of fact, dad, I have something,” DeAndre said, with so much confidence I was sure it was a bad idea because all of his ideas had been bad ideas.
“What is it?” I asked, leaning back in my chair and staring sternly at my son.
“We
