What Underwriter?
It’s a Tuesday afternoon in a (re)insurance company. In a small cubicle sits an official staring at his screen without blinking. The screen displays statistics and colorful graphs, including a beautiful bar chart that resembles the skyline of a modern city. A cup of coffee rests on his desk; the aroma suggests freshly roasted Arabica beans. The air conditioning runs at full blast, ensuring he does not perspire while doing the complex job before him. His glasses reflect the glow of the screen as he continuously scrolls through the data. The official looks as if he is involved in something extremely technical, almost as though Albert Einstein himself were reworking the theory of relativity. While scribbling something on his notepad, he briefly glances at a person approaching him. The man, dressed in a shiny blue coat, looks as formal as George Clooney. He carries a fashionable black bag bearing the initials “Hermès”. Mr Hermès quietly approaches the seated official. Lost in...