Employees Mocked the Quiet Old Man in the Lobby—Until He Walked Into the Boardroom and Closed the Door
He came in wearing a wrinkled coat and well-worn shoes. No badge. No assistant. A man in his late seventies carrying a folder and humming a Sinatra tune. “Excuse me, sir,” the receptionist said, glancing nervously. “This lobby is for clients and staff only.” “Oh, I know,” he smiled. “I’m here for a meeting.” A ...