“They want how many?”
“Two million units, boss…by next Friday.”
“I’ve been in this business for 40 years. We’ve never done two million units in 10 days. It can’t be done.”
The old man smoothed back what little hair he had on the top of his head and loosened his tie. He looked around his office for an open pack of cigarettes and then remembered that he ran out this morning. Terrible timing. He flipped the switch on the intercom and barked an order to his assistant.
“Susie, be a doll and go grab me a couple of packs of smokes from across the street. While you’re there, order some sandwiches and sodas for Tom and me. It’s going to be a long night.”
The old man’s number two, Tom Connors, was only a few years out of business school and yet he had proven himself to be more reliable than other men who had been with the company for decades. The old man was a good judge of talent and he had put the kid on the fast track. With his help they had grown the company from a regional power to a national player. Eventually they got their foot in the door of the Pentagon. A few productive meetings and now they were being asked to prove themselves. The request was ridiculous, meant to test what they could do, but damn would it be impressive to actually make the number.
“Alright Tom, now that I have had my temper tantrum, tell me how we can pull this off.”
“Well boss, we’re going to have to get creative…”
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