He sat with his wife’s photo, waiting for a son who had already boarded without him

you’re the only stable variable Brixell ever had.

His words weren’t flattery. They were confirmation. A pause stretched between us.

— Fiorina, — he continued, his voice lower now. — I’d like to meet again. There are opportunities opening up. Ones that align with your level. Not the level they kept you trapped in.

A knock at my door interrupted him. One continue reading …