The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

was still sixteen and had contradicted Marcus in front of company.

Funny how bodies remember. My shoulders had already gone tight.

Marcus pushed his chair back.

Slowly.

Then he smiled, and that was worse than if he’d gotten angry.

“So that’s the game.”

“What game?”

“You let me talk.”

I looked at him. “You volunteered.”

“You sat there knowing.”

“Yes.”

“And said continue reading …