At Dinner, My Family Said They Were Done With Me—Then A Woman In A Navy Blazer Entered Looking Only For Me

little tech fantasy of yours is a waste of time,” she said, cutting through the soft clink of crystal and glass. Her gaze cut straight through me, filled with the kind of disappointment that made it seem like my ambition to build a startup was a personal offense.

We were at Marseille, the most exclusive restaurant in Atlanta, celebrating—though I wasn’t continue reading …