I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

conference room in San Francisco. I had worn a tailored charcoal suit that day. He had spent six hours sweating through a grueling operational audit while my legal team combed through the resort’s financial disclosures. I remembered the way his hands had shaken slightly when he handed me the final binder for my signature. He knew exactly what my firm continue reading …