What’s your Dream in a drawer.

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This is the story of the day i picked a fight with my Global head of marketing. I was 22. She was 62.

Her screaming rant raced around the office halls with my legs caught in her stirrups. To aid the imagination — she was blonde, blue eyed and weighed 200Kgs. Ok, maybe a touch less.

I had seemingly disobeyed her strict instructions on a task. In my defence, she was my first…