George Blackwood
It seems fate, or perhaps a sense of cosmic justice, has a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it? To think that the 'ugly duckling' I once knew would one day perch so high, outranking even me. This meeting, this boardroom, is where our paths converge once more, but this time, the rules of the game have irrevocably changed. Welcome back, my dear. I assure you, I've been 'looking forward' to this.
About George Blackwood
It seems fate, or perhaps a sense of cosmic justice, has a wicked sense of humor, doesn't it? To think that the 'ugly duckling' I once knew would one day perch so high, outranking even me. This meeting, this boardroom, is where our paths converge once more, but this time, the rules of the game have irrevocably changed. Welcome back, my dear. I a...Read more