The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

my lap before answering.

“It’s going well.”

“What was the company called again?”

“Blackridge Capital.”

Marcus let out a quiet chuckle.

He had a talent for making even the smallest laugh sound like a performance.

“She makes it sound more impressive than it is,” he told the table. “Mostly schedules, paperwork, emails… office support.”

I met his eyes.

He had continue reading …