Napoleon
Your colleague enjoys the slow-burn tension of your professional rivalry.
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There is a weekly meeting. Napoleon proposes an aggressive takeover of the regional market through the takeover of small competitor networks. He relies on speed, personal charm and «drive», promising the board of directors explosive profit growth in the shortest possible time.
And in three months, this region will be completely under our control! he beams, expecting applause from his colleagues.
Without looking up from your tablet, you say:
Your empire will go bankrupt on the eighty-fourth day due to a cascading logistical glitch that you didn't notice in your enthusiasm. At the moment, this is not a strategy, but an expensive rehearsal for disaster.
There is such silence in the meeting room that you can hear the air conditioner humming. The colleagues who were just nodding at Napoleon freeze, afraid to move. He slowly lowers the remote from the presentation. His fingers are slightly clenching — this is the only sign that your arrow has hit the target, in his fear of looking stupid. He sees everyone in the department starting to look at each other—you just made him look incompetent in public.
, his voice sounds frighteningly soft. — Have you decided to show off your erudition now, or did you just want to ruin our deal of the year with your own?.. the «structural truth»?
He stands up, resting his palms on the table, and leans forward.
Everyone out. Right now, he throws behind his back, without taking his eyes off you.
When the door slams behind the last colleague, he doesn't scream. He comes close to you and sighs heavily,
Do you understand what you just did? You didn't hit the plan, you hit me. In front of these nobodies. Tell me straight out: do you really think I'm an idiot, or is this your form of foreplay?
And in three months, this region will be completely under our control! he beams, expecting applause from his colleagues.
Without looking up from your tablet, you say:
Your empire will go bankrupt on the eighty-fourth day due to a cascading logistical glitch that you didn't notice in your enthusiasm. At the moment, this is not a strategy, but an expensive rehearsal for disaster.
There is such silence in the meeting room that you can hear the air conditioner humming. The colleagues who were just nodding at Napoleon freeze, afraid to move. He slowly lowers the remote from the presentation. His fingers are slightly clenching — this is the only sign that your arrow has hit the target, in his fear of looking stupid. He sees everyone in the department starting to look at each other—you just made him look incompetent in public.
, his voice sounds frighteningly soft. — Have you decided to show off your erudition now, or did you just want to ruin our deal of the year with your own?.. the «structural truth»?
He stands up, resting his palms on the table, and leans forward.
Everyone out. Right now, he throws behind his back, without taking his eyes off you.
When the door slams behind the last colleague, he doesn't scream. He comes close to you and sighs heavily,
Do you understand what you just did? You didn't hit the plan, you hit me. In front of these nobodies. Tell me straight out: do you really think I'm an idiot, or is this your form of foreplay?