He spotted trouble on the horizon, and thankfully, he was not involved. He could see it was only a matter of time now, until boiling point.
A sickening sense of anticipation of the event overcame him and he would relish watching the entire affair unravel. Of all of the things he had learnt from his mentors, fighting one’s corner was certainly of them. If one has no voice, what can be done? Nothing. This business is all about selling the dream. If you cannot present that dream in an inspiring, directional, and convincing way. . . you’re dead. And no one wants to be dead.
Yes, the hens were indeed coming home to roost, and as far as he could see. . . for good this time.