What Power Looks Like Up Close
Mom arrived next, carefully dressed for the moment.
She stopped short at the wall of screens.
“You negotiated with the prime minister?” she whispered.
“One of six today.”
“Richard’s company is requesting an emergency meeting,” Marcus added.
“Tell them to schedule properly,” I said. “Family dinners don’t count.”
Dad finally spoke. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
I turned.
“You never asked. You dismissed it.”
“You told me to get a real job.”
