After much labor pain, a talented baby is born. It chops off the company’s evils. Spiraling losses convert into skyrocketing profits.
After six months, the conference room echoes, “Our existence is threatened. Let’s act.”
Mr Nepotism’s canines bite into the baby’s flesh. The baby screams.
Mr Favoritism lands a fist on the baby’s face. Tears slip from the baby’s eyes.
Daggers of caste, creed and color are thrust into the baby’s heart. Blood gushes out…
The company could never raise talent beyond a baby... it always got murdered.