The Man Who

This is the story of a family man who happens to be an executive for a fruitful tech company. This man, who we will refer to as the executive or our executive, loves his wife, his two children and his job. To understand this executive, you must know this: He doesn’t like many of the rules that govern the business world. There are so many rules that he never understood: the rules that say we must wear suits and ties; or that paying your dues involves an assessment of age or title.

The executive’s decision-making is so methodical you wonder if he ever made a poor one. He does not claim ownership of most of his accomplishments. It has always been about the team, not the player. He loves technology. Not just the gadgets, but the idea that right now there are kids at Drexel who could one day design software that could change our lives. He can trace his life story through a sequence of defining moments. They are not linear. His eyes sparkle when he shares them. He’s 45, but looks 35. He’s got a strong chin and long sideburns. He’s an East-Coaster who found his natural home out West. So that’s where we’ll begin — somewhere near the Santa Cruz Mountains in a place called Silicon Valley.

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