My Brother’s Boss Called During Thanksgiving Dinner

I’d taken on the highway. It was in the reporters already waiting in Palo Alto.

But nobody at that table had ever asked the right question.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked.

Darren looked pleased, like he had finally cornered me.

“I want you to admit you’re not a CEO. I want you to admit this whole tech thing didn’t become what you hoped. I want you continue reading …