Gerald Fitch resigns from the board on a Thursday morning.
He doesn't do it gracefully. He doesn't do it with the dignified letter and the carefully worded statement about pursuing other opportunities that people in his position usually produce. He does it at eight forty-seven AM via a three-line email to Marcus that contains two typos and no explanation, which tells me everything about the state of mind he was in when Chen's agents knocked on his door at eight AM.
Marcus forwards it to me with a single line underneath.
Told you something was off about him.
I type back, You never said that.
He types back, I thought it very loudly.
I almost laugh. Almost.
