– Christina, please make a quarterly report,– he said, looking out the door.
In addition to today's presentation, there were also current tasks that did not disappear anywhere.
He laid out around him a pile of papers on the technical documentation of the finished product for launching sales.
The presentation of the program, which began exactly at 11:00, began with a short speech by the company's executive director, who introduced Yan Konstantinovich to investors.
– Hello, this product will allow designers to work in a team without resorting to other additional communications, our team has undertaken … – here his speech was interrupted by one of the investors, asking:
–Have you tried working with this product yourself?
– Yes, but I'm not a designer, I'm a programmer.
–Yesterday I gave the trial version to my daughter, she didn’t figure out the interface right away, although she is an excellent student at school, which means the user won’t be able to quickly launch the new product on their desktop.
– But she's not a designer.
– She is an excellent student and used to draw well, so we gave it to her to use, and your product needs to be improved, the interface needs to be simplified.
– But it is made for professional designers, and working with this pr…
Here he was interrupted again by the same investor, who had 31 percent of the shares, which was considered the largest in one hand, the next owner had only five percent, the rest even less, but they were the majority. The majority, which now did not decide anything, which could be presented as a violation of the internal charter, but this holder of a large block of shares was so charismatic that no one dared to correct him.
The project was returned for revision.
Jan returned to his office, the ten minutes that passed after that did not change his body position, and the employees who came in, his subordinates, understanding what had happened, seeing his abstract gaze out the window, went back out, not trying to disturb him.
– Fuck! – he said so loudly that the employees passing by couldn't hear it through the open door.
Jan picked up his phone and started scrolling through his contacts, wondering who he could call to distract himself a bit.
He called a friend he went to university with, but he didn't pick up the phone. When he called his wife, he also heard beeps that seemed to go on forever, cutting through the silence like a knife through butter.