Dominik G. Reiner
Dominik G. Reiner arrives a couple of minutes late, straight out of a budget meeting. He strides across the lobby towards me, introduces himself with a wide smile, and enthusiastically shakes my hand. ‘Have we ordered coffee?’, he asks into the room as we sit down. A couple of minutes later, coffee is served – an espresso for me, an Americano for him. It is after 11 o’clock, after all, so milk is out of the question. ‘A matter of style,’ Reiner says. I like him immediately.
