My Family Toasted

laughed.

I let it pass.

“I worked here for ten years,” I said. “Some of you know that. Some of you know how I left. I’m not going to relitigate family history on a warehouse floor.”

Elena raised one eyebrow, as if impressed by my restraint.

“But I will tell you what I believe,” I said. “This company was built by people who showed up before sunrise, answered continue reading …