What Underwriter?
Its a Tuesday afternoon in an (re)insurance company. In a small cubicle, there sits an official who is looking at the screen without blinking his eyes. The screen is showing some statistics, some colorful graphs, a beautiful bar graph which looks like the skyline of a modern city. A cup of coffee sits on his desk, the aroma feels like its made of some freshly roasted arabica beans. Full blast of air conditioning is making sure that he doesn’t perspire out of the complex job he is doing. His glasses have that reflection of the screen which he is continuously scrolling to read more of it. The official looks like he is involved in something very technical as if some albert einstein is reworking on his theory of relativity. Continuously scribbling something on his notepad, he glances at a person approaching him. The person in his shiny blue coat looks as formal as George Clooney. He is carrying a black fashionable bag, the initials of which say “Hermès”. So Mister Hermès moves q...