Sometimes a decision isn’t about finding the right answer. It’s about admitting you already know it.
She finally looked at him. “To what?”
Leo smiled. “No. The model just made it impossible to lie to myself.” msci 121
The class mumbled. Someone said, “Pick the last one—three lows and a high.”
He wasn’t trying to find the answer. He was trying to avoid it. Sometimes a decision isn’t about finding the right answer
The classroom was in the basement of Bruton Hall, a building so unloved that the Wi-Fi didn't even bother to reach it. Leo took a seat in the back, next to a girl calmly sharpening a pencil into a tiny pile of graphite dust.
He still had the notebook page with the grid. He never changed the weights again. “To what
He kept adjusting until Finance won. Then he realized what he was doing.
The professor arrived—a thin, fast-talking woman named Dr. Varma who wore boots that clicked like a metronome. She wrote on the board in perfect block letters:
| Cost | Speed | Quality | Risk | |------|-------|---------|------| | Low | High | Medium | Low | | High | Low | High | High | | Med | Med | Low | Med | | Low | High | High | Low |
Then he did the math.