Hector was troubled; his new “charge” was bounding upwards and onwards at a tremendous rate. Riding on the crest of a wave. Oh, how he remembered that well. Nothing seemed impossible! Why was he troubled? It was at old gut feeling again - something wasn't ringing true. He searched his memory banks of the last few weeks since they'd been at the “Dam”. Jack's words and body language were out of ‘sync’. His words were all of the right corporate talk - the culture that “failure is not an option.” The tell-tale fumble with his pen, nervous foot tapping and forced laugh.

There was something wooden about the sincerity of his words.

“MMmmm, if I can see the ‘tell-tale’ cues then others will sense it as well.” he mumbled to himself. Jack's team are thoroughbreds and finely tuned – they’ll pickup their leader’s signals subconsciously. That's not the inspirational start he was planning for. “How have I failed him?” Hector reflected.....