He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

anatomy. He could look at a network map and tell you where the bone would snap.

He was also married when I met him.

Separated, he said.

Complicated, he said.

Bullshit, as it turned out.

By the time I learned the full shape of his life, I’d already helped him build things that made us both valuable. I ended it. Professionally first. Personally after. He continue reading …