My son’s at school, my assistant expects complete focus, and investors demand growth without questions.
That’s the life—built on control and predictability.
Yet, in meetings, when a request from the corporate social responsibility team comes up—something about community outreach or charity—I usually dismiss it.
It’s one of those company rituals to look good to shareholders, mundane and remote.
But today, the memory of that girl and her dog feels like a charge under my skin, conflicting with the polished suits and power lunches.
The disparity is striking—the sterile skyscraper where I wield decisions with a few keystrokes versus the filthy, unforgiving street corner where a child sleeps beside garbage.
The institution I’m part of holds every advantage: money, networks, influence.
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