His colleagues called him "An under par guy.
A maker of deals no mover would buy."
His motor, they joked, was stuck in reverse,
until their deals took a turn for the worse.
Their future relied on his secret sauce.
A new recipe would lighten their loss.
A day's flight away, out on holiday,
he went with the flow the Hawaiian way.
Inclined to hang loose, and welcome some sport,
he sought out patrons around his resort.
A golfer at heart, he gave them a call,
and planned out a game productive for all.
The main attraction? A full eighteen holes,
where black lava sands met shimmering shoals.
They teed off at dawn, to freshly mowed turf,
a mild trade wind and breathtaking surf.
No woods were on fire. No irons were hot.
Most chip shots were shanked, and putts missed a lot.
But, like a true pro, he helped them pick clubs,
and gave them new ways to laugh at their flubs.
Without monkey-shine or marketing gloss,
his virtue alone got points across.
And with a strong grip on strategic facts,
he landed their trust and hefty contracts.
His Kahuna style and aloha way,
had hit the sweet-spot that carried the day.