It’s a Monday near the end of Q4 and the offices of Blackfish Intl. are empty. They shouldn’t be empty. Men and women should be scrambling over numbers too high and numbers too low, reports that don’t prove enough, stats that don’t hide enough. But Cohen has declared a holiday, evading the ritualistic frenzy that has the rest of the corporate world enslaved. That’s exactly how he puts it, enslaved, and he’ll have no part of it.
Impossible! Cry the bankers to the north.
Stupidity! Scoff techies to the south.
And that’s how Blackfish Intl. carries on at its mediocre revenues and its subpar profits. No one will be writing Cohen onto any of their top ten lists, or calling him for interviews on how to blind the world with his insatiable success. Everyone sends him their resume.
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