Q3 was his best quarter. Yours was the surgery he denied.
Grinning executive in a navy suit, surfing a stack of papers stamped DENIED down a hospital corridor. His stance is perfect. He’s having the time of his life. Behind him a nurse watches from a doorway with the expression of someone who has seen this exact guy walk past the ICU without making eye contact. The papers under his feet are insurance claims. Every one of them used to be a person asking for help. Now they’re a wave and he’s riding it. The American healthcare system, condensed: someone always profits, and the building they profit in has fluorescent lighting and the faint smell of hand sanitizer.