Lily“You going to be ready to pitch tonight?” my boss, Ethan, asks, his voice low and monotone with an air of arrogance.
I tear my eyes away from my laptop screen for just a second. “Yes, we are,” I say cheerfully.
He stands in the doorway, half in and half out of the conference room, which is a fitting metaphor for him—or at least what I’ve learned about him during the month I’ve been with this company. He’s always busy, moving from one meeting to the next before the previous one has truly wrapped up yet.
I’ve heard his famous exit line, “Well, I’ll let the team finish up from here. You’re in good hands. I have another engagement to attend to. If you’ll excuse me,” so many times that I have it memorized. I even know the telltale signs that he’s about to say it. He places his pen down o
