Jeff's nerves got the better of him, and so it's me waiting in the holding pen at the offices of the Singapore Hub of Information Technology. I should be annoyed at Jeff. Typical of him to get sick the day before a beauty parade. But instead of thinking of him as a bastard or a coward, I'm thinking of him as a sucker. Because, Dear Diary, William T Fitzgerald is in his element, and a client win today will surely lead to expanded regional coverage tomorrow.
A win is not guaranteed, however. Quite the opposite. First there's Jeff's preparation work. There was no time for me to do ...