In all the time he had been at Enron, Skilling had always seemed supremely confident; there was never so much as a crack in the facade he presented to the world. But now that he was CEO, the facade was crumbling; there was something raw about Skilling’s angst. He never seemed so alone as he did once he took the job—and once things started to go awry. His old allies were leaving, and he missed them terribly—missed the good times that they represented, when they were all so excited to come to work every day and invent a new industry.
