Default Behavior

Midway through the first weekly meeting with Lisa, a newly promoted Account Manager, I become distracted. 100 feet beyond our office window, a train passes by. The soundproof windows earn their title, successfully muffling the roar of hurtling steel. The train rumbles forward, leaving vibrating windows and a winnowing plume of smoke in its wake. I imagine the smell of engine oil, accompanied by the rush of heat.

Across the polished table, Lisa sits patiently. She’s not at the point where she feels comfortable enough to bang her hand on the table and holler, ‘Earth to Glenn, over!’ Instead, she clears her throat.

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