“She Scoops Litter Boxes,” My Dad Said—Then The CEO Stood Up

Virginia, they nodded and moved on.

Furniture. Decorative. Forgettable.

Then the dinner began. We sat at a long table with Bington at the head and Preston to his right. I was near the end, between my father and a junior partner whose name I forgot instantly.

Bington gave his speech about the firm, about Preston’s contributions. Then he turned down the continue reading …