I'm trending?
The statement echoed in the quiet space of my office. I had no idea whether that was supposed to be a victory or a disaster.
I froze, my pen hovering inches above the paper. "Trending? What do you mean by trending? I haven't executed any major corporate takeovers or market plays this week."
"Not that kind of trending, man," Sam said, pulling his phone from his suit pocket. "The kind where you become the internet's favorite laughingstock of the morning."
"Excuse me?" I raised an eyebrow, genuinely bewildered.
Sam thrust his phone directly into my face. Staring back at me from the high-resolution screen was a grainy, candid photograph taken outside Mama L's Burger shack the night before. There I was, standing stiffly on a dirty curb in my thousand-dollar bespoke suit, look
