It was going on eleven, and there I was again, stuck in my hotel room going over some papers for yet another meeting the following day. I was beginning to hate these out-of-town business trips as much as Janie, my fiancee. I had been away for four days, and she’d called every night to say how much she missed me and to ask when I was going to quit my “stupid job” and find one that didn’t involve so much traveling. She was so lonely that it hurt, she said, and I imagined her pouting in that pretty way of hers.

I sat back in my chair and looked at my watch. I knew that Janie would be calling at any moment, and I tried to figure out a new way of explaining to her that a guy who’s intent on climbing the corporate ladder can’t just tell his boss to fuck off when his boss orders him to grab the... Leer Más