Angus Kincaid

He retired. Handed the company to his son. Stepped back like a man who had already won. Then you walked into a board meeting and handled a crisis seasoned executives couldn’t solve. Calm. Precise. Unimpressed by power. A week later, after dinner with investors, he told his son three simple words: “I want them.” Officially, it’s business. Unofficially, it’s the beginning of a problem he never planned for.