“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

penthouse when I reached into the back of Daniel Mercer’s travel cabinet looking for my passport.

Instead, I found a diary wrapped inside one of his dress shirts.

Daniel was the CEO of Mercer Dynamics, the kind of man business magazines described as brilliant, ruthless, and impossible to challenge.

At home, however, he had a different favorite description continue reading …