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The meeting started at 10:00 AM. Nobody knew why. The invitation said: Important Staff Meeting. That was the entire invitation. No agenda. No attachment. No explanation. No mercy. The Owner arrived. The MD arrived. Sheru arrived. Riya arrived. Prita arrived. Dakota arrived. Shumi arrived. The projector arrived emotionally unprepared.
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There were three things everybody at BOZO Shipping & Logistics feared. Customs inspections. Clients who said “small correction only.” And Captain Pinto touching any document. On a humid Tuesday morning, all three arrived together. Sheru entered the office carrying six coffees, two buns and one expression of permanent disappointment. Riya
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There are conferences where deals are signed. There are conferences where minds are expanded. And then there are conferences that BOZO attends. This one was in MOSCOW! Marine Cargo. Global players. Serious conversations. Lanyards that meant something. At least, that was the expectation. The BOZO delegation arrived as a unit.
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There are companies that recruit with structure. There are companies that recruit with panels and precision. And then there is BOZO Shipping & Logistics, where recruitment arrives, sits down, and slowly becomes a story. It began with interviews. The conference room had been prepared. Not cleaned, not arranged—prepared. Chairs
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There are dinners to celebrate success. There are dinners to fix failure. And then there are BOZO dinners, which happen for a far more complicated reason. They happen because everyone showed up again. At 8:07 p.m., a table at a modest restaurant was occupied by a company that
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There are clients who ask questions. There are clients who trust answers. And then there are clients who arrive with both memory and patience. At BOZO Shipping & Logistics, this kind of client was considered… advanced. He arrived at 10:28 a.m. No announcement. No drama. Just a man
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There are storms you can see on the horizon. There are storms that send polite emails in advance. And then there are BOZO storms, which walk in at 11:16 a.m. carrying a folder and a face that does not laugh. “Good morning,” said the man at the reception.
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There comes a moment in every organisation when someone says, with great seriousness and mild danger, “We need a system.” At BOZO Shipping & Logistics, this moment arrived at 9:42 a.m., slightly late, slightly uncertain, but carrying the full weight of intention. Mr. B.L. Ozo stood in