Eastman Chemical Company //top\\ -

Henry grunted. “You talk like a brochure.”

“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

A technician holds it up to the light.

“Does it work?”

Leo pulls out a faded photograph—Henry at his lab bench in 1930, grinning beside a jar of clear liquid. Henry grunted