When you’ve worked somewhere longer than anyone but the owner himself, other members of what some must refer to as “their team” share secrets. I know more about employees of Bartholemew Specialty Fasteners than Daniel Bartholemew did. I’m surprised no one killed him sooner. Mr. Bartholemew was difficult. When other employees of our little company—our supposed team—grumbled privately about the boss, I always listened, nodded, and eventually observed that Mr. Bartholemew was, despite his flaws, consequential. Yes, he berated overworked employees, steamrolled bankers, crushed competitors, and alienated three wives. But he achieved results. He made money. He was supremely and