My Cousin Read the Headline Out Loud at Thanksgiving

“My business?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No,” I said. “I really don’t.”

Her eyes narrowed.

I kept going.

“For years, every time I mentioned work, you called it a phase. When I sold my company, you asked if it was enough money to be ‘worth all that stress.’ When Blackridge recruited me, Marcus told everyone I was basically someone’s calendar girl. So I stopped continue reading …