Margaret laughed. “And you stare like a ghost. What are you looking for?”
They vote yes.
“They call us a ‘chemical company,’” said a young executive named Margaret, clipboard in hand. “But we’re really a problem-solving factory. A car breaks? We make the windshield interlayer. A soda goes flat? We make the bottle’s barrier resin.” eastman chemical company
The Alchemist of Kingsport
Leo pulls out a faded photograph—Henry at his lab bench in 1930, grinning beside a jar of clear liquid. Margaret laughed
Henry pointed to a distant smokestack. “That’s Unit 91. We’re trying to turn wood waste into textile fiber. If it works, we stop cutting down forests for clothes.” eastman chemical company
So Henry stayed. He became a lab assistant.