I had barely walked into one of our brightest conference rooms with beautiful windows and brick building views — one of those classic sceneries that made me fall in love with The Big Apple — when I noticed a missed call from Jeremy. Jeremy’s my younger brother and he had been by dad’s side since he went into the ICU just a few days ago. It was October 24th, 2019, and in less than 12 hours, I was about to get on a flight to Taiwan.
My day started like any other Thursday; from the frantic subway to the barely-moving elevator, I feed off of the adrenaline that gets me into “fixer” mode. I had met with my…
