The Fortune Article Hit the Table Before the Gravy Did

followed.

I did too.

“To Marcus.”

He glanced toward me, searching for sarcasm.

He found none.

That unsettled him.

“You know,” he said, “if you ever decide you want a real career, I might be able to help.”

“I already have one.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do.”

The conversation slowed.

Marcus rested his forearms on the table.

“I mean somewhere with continue reading …