Mom got a headhunting call from a rival company in the middle of our vacation.
"Ms. Ashford, we've always admired your technical expertise. If you'd be willing to join us..."
"I'm sorry, but StarCom is a labor of love I built with my friends. I appreciate the offer, but I have to decline."
"Don't write this offer off for good. If you ever change your mind, our door's always open."
A sharp beep-beep sounded from the receiver a second later, as the line cut off.
Mom frowned, confused. "Since when is everyone this overly confident all of a sudden?"
Whoever had that disk still hadn't earned the rival's trust, and as a result, the company had only doubled down on how much they valued Mom.
If that guy ever found out, he'd be foaming at the mouth with rage.
The very first day we got home,
