“Many people would think that the ideas Yanky has in his head are comparable to wanting to move to Madagascar”
At the end of the corridor, there would be an office. On its door would be a sign emblazoned with the words, “Shalom Eliav, Vice President, Finance & Sales Operations.”
No. That wasn’t right, Sandy realized. Shalom couldn’t handle finances, much less marketing. He needed to be out and about. Property management — that would be the right job for him. So the sign on that door at the end of the corridor, where Aryeh Wright sat and drew up lists of supervision and maintenance tasks, should say, “Shalom Eliav, Maintenance and Management Officer.”
Sandy stepped into his office, taking a deep breath and letting his dream flow unfettered.
In my dream office my son sits at my side, and we make decisions together. He’s in charge of all financial affairs. He has a degree in business administration, my dream Yonatan, and in the evening, after working at his day job with me, he’s working toward his MBA. He’s an impressive, knowledgeable man, my Yonatan, a brilliant manager whose ideas are catapulting our firm to the top financial echelons.
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