My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

52nd, there were framed oil paintings in the boardroom and six men who all spoke with the same expensive certainty. They liked deals because deals looked good in newspapers. They liked Marcus because Marcus said yes quickly and wore the right shoes.

They liked me less.

I was “technical.”

Another fun word.

It means: useful, but don’t hand her a microphone.continue reading …