Poetic Justice?

It was 4:30 a.m. in San Francisco. Lenny had been working all night on the layouts for today's big, make-it-or-break-it meeting. Finally satisfied, he shut down his computer. In Tel Aviv Mischa was doing what she always did before a presentation. Going over her notes for the umpteenth time and rehearsing in front of a … Continue reading Poetic Justice?

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