That morning, I receive a call from my mother. We have a no-news is good news type relationship, so when I see the voice mail on my phone I'm immediately on edge. My parents are the type of people who shouldn't have had kids. They had kids because that's what you do, but they basically stopped raising us the moment their careers took off.
They're both professors and think themselves highly important. I'm pretty sure they would die of embarrassment before they told their colleagues what I do for a living. They have no idea that working as an EA for a billionaire CEO means I'm at the top of my profession. I'm not wasting my degree as they would say.
My mother's message is short. "Call me," is all she says. I've explained so many times not to fill my voicemail with such a useless message,
