The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

visible failure, confused him. He didn’t know where to put his hands.

Sophia drifted into the kitchen doorway and watched me dry my own hands.

“Did you enjoy that?” she asked.

There was no point pretending not to know what she meant.

“No.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“That’s your problem.”

She crossed her arms. “You could’ve called him.”

“And said what? ‘Hi Marcus,continue reading …