Midtown Manhattan, the Pepsi North America headquarters.
When Richard Wayne, President of Pepsi North America, pushed open the conference room door, two interns in the hallway were so scared they practically flattened themselves against the wall.
You couldn't blame them. For the past six hours, Richard Wayne's roars from inside the conference room had been clearly audible across almost the entire floor.
Fuming, Richard Wayne didn't spare the two nobodies a glance as he strode toward the elevator.
His personal assistant, Sean, had to jog just to keep up.
This post-mortem on Li Wei's LW beverage was supposed to have concluded on the night of the Super Bowl.
But a lack of data, interdepartmental finger-pointing, and the fact that Gatorade was still mired in its own internal audits meant the post-mortem dragged on for three days before a final conclusion could be reached.
