For seven years, I worked for Richard Bennett. And for most of those seven years, I believed I understood him better than almost anyone else in the company. I knew the way he took his coffee—black, no sugar, never after three in the afternoon. I knew which clients could make him sigh before he even answered the phone. I knew that Tuesday mornings were usually the worst time to bring him a complicated problem and that Friday afternoons, when the office grew quiet, were often when he became unexpectedly reflective. I knew his habits, his moods, his schedule, and the… ….What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page. TAP ” CONTINUE READING. ” 👇.
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