Carla ran the numbers. “That cuts the overrun to $800,000 and adds eight weeks, not six months.”
Ian stared at the wall of his home office. Walking away meant layoffs. Terra Group wasn’t a faceless corporation; it was forty-seven families who had trusted him with their mortgages, their kids’ orthodontist bills, their retirement hopes. But doubling down could sink the whole company. Ian Marlow Terra Group
Ian looked around the room. “We’re not just fixing a hole. We’re designing a better neighborhood. Rosa, you just saved the park that every resident will walk through. Malik, you just earned a lead engineer slot on the next project. Everyone else—write down one thing you learned today and one thing you’d do differently next time. I’ll read every one.” Carla ran the numbers