I’ve spent a long time working my way up this company. I served my time in the pool, the open plan fields of hot desks with their formula formica and generic plush chairs. How many times did I brush past those vertical carpet dividers, feeling the static? In many ways the meta-office was even worse, everything beautiful to look at but dead – untouchable, unfeelable, unfeeling. Call me an aesthete but I can’t work like that. But now I’m on the board I get a key. I look around the same meta-office and run my fingers along the leather arm.