The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

partner. Son of the founder. Hair like a weather report.

Marcus let it ring out.

Dad said, trying to sound calm and failing, “You should probably take that.”

“No,” Marcus said.

His face had gone gray in a way that made him look suddenly older than me.

The phone lit up again. This time a text banner slid across the screen. Even from where I sat, I caught continue reading …