To capture their full attention, we sequester the participants at luxury retreat centers, confining them to conference rooms all day and sometimes into the night. People get so stir-crazy that the late-night bar scene has become legendary; the executives who spent all day focused on measuring their dicks end up singing karaoke and hugging. I’ve begged off all week. I know it makes me look standoffish, but faking enjoyment in a roomful of drunk alpha males is more than I’m ready for.
